The other girls had giggled at the fact that Donna was wearing official Girl Scout panties with the drawings of various dog breeds and the motto “Be... Prepared” on the back where her ass crack was seen through the sheer fabric.Mister Big the Doberman was on her immediately sniffing her thin panties and licking her silly ass crack and her pretty snatch covered only with a light dusting of pubic hairs to show she was a woman and not a little girl. Two of the older girls had held her arms stretched. "I'll call Granny Safi!" she said to no one in particular.Although she'd found the answer, finding Granny proved frustratingly difficult. Arabella spent the morning on the phone trying to locate Granny. Finally, with the time for the lunch shift drawing close, Arabella dialed the FEMA office. Felicia, Simon's secretary, answered and sounded overjoyed to hear from her.Questions shot back and forth as the two women caught up with each other. Arabella nervously evaded Felicia's unspoken question. Hina looked at the shaved pussy and gently placed her hand flat on her vulva. The girls kissed. Hina gently rubbed her friend until she felt her fingers sliding between the folds of Amanda's labia. "How am I doing?" Hina asked. The girl giggled at each other. "That feels fantastic," she said, "put your fingers inside me." Hina slid two fingers down across Amanda's clitoris and urethra into the opening. She felt the slippery warm wetness coating her fingers. She rubbed her fingers all. “Talking about freedom… it looks like your wife is having a blast with my husband.” I looked at the crowded dance floor and found them. I couldn't believe Paula was suggestively wiggling her butt against Scott’s crotch . I started to get up and intercede, but Susan grabbed my wrist and said, “Let them be. They’re just having some fun.”“Doesn't this bother you?” I asked, looking for a reaction. “Not at all. Since I don't dance, how about you and I go for a walk in the courtyard gardens? I really.