Meanwhile, her right hand continued its journey south and came to rest on Rachel’s lips. “My, oh my,” exclaimed Julie, “My baby IS wet.” She... drew the tip of her middle finger over Rachel’s lips. Up and down her finger travelled, teasing her lips, making them open involuntarily.Julie slipped her middle finger between those moist lips. Then the finger next to her smallest one went in. Her index finger and little finger remained outside Rachel’s pussy pressing down on her flesh as her two middle. Being nearly ten years older than the girl, she knows a thing or two Danyelle doesn’t. Smiling, Beatrix’s hand moves until she cups her lover’s crotch, feeling moist desire. “Of course not, I have nothing to be jealous about because you always come back wet...” she casually says. One of her fingers wiggles its way into Danyelle’s pussy. “ ... aching...” A second finger pushes into her. “ ... wanting...” Beatrix begins to push her fingers in and out of the wet cunt, gradually at first then. I brought Emily and my brother brought some guy I've never heard of. I haven’t seen my brother since last summer so I’m sure he has met a lot of new people and made a lot of new friends. Our cottage was fairly big; it held six bedrooms and three bathrooms. It would look more like a big house if it wasn't for the fact everything was made out of wood. It even had a stove, fridge, laundry washer and dryer, dishwasher and barbecue. It had a huge six window view from the back of the cottage that. The oddest thing was simply that she stayed the whole time during the lunch break!Maybe a chess player? And a girl player? I felt hopeful. What were the chances of that? What about the vacant face however? I sighed. She wasn't a chess player.The next day I was half way through slaughtering Tim when she appeared again. Talk about your shockers! One just can't describe such a strange phenomena. What could be more shocking than a return watcher? I looked at her and rubbed my finger under my lip..