Gwen reached over and took Beth’s hand. She licked her wrist, sending shivers up Beth’s spine. Not paying attention, her spoon tipped and a huge... ice cream blob fell onto her breast. Gwen grinned wickedly “I can’t take you anywhere! I guess I’ll just have to help you clean that up.” She leaned over and swiped her tongue over the ice cream, stopping to flick her cold tongue over Beth’s nipple. Beth shivered, and Gwen continued to lick the ice cream off her breasts. Beth was so unfocused. The images of Jim's hard manhood in her mouth came back to her, then the dirty talk rung her ears and her clit had a little tingle, "oooo" she said "i think i might be a dirty girl after all" soon followed. as she got up her pussy was literary dripping to her thighs and calfs as she was sitting on them. "WOW, thats alot of juice" she thought remembering the taste of her on Jim's cock she licked her fingers and thought "not bad" and smiled"Who was it dear" she asked Jim regarding the phone. ”When on the bed the explorations continued and Marge was really getting warmed up. By the time Darren got his tongue to her pussy it was swollen and wet and tingled. She soon whispered, “I’m ready!”As the young man eased his mushroom head between her labia, Marge sucked in her breath. She began to make small moans as he carefully made short, then gradually longer, strokes deeper into her cunnie. When their pubic hair finally meshed, the older woman was panting and hip thrusting like she had. It was just her way of picking on me. Just an excuse to hit me again."By now I was livid. How could anyone mistreat a sweet, vulnerable kid like this. I just wanted to get hold of her mother and strangle her with my bare hands. "But, d'you have a father?" He's my step-father"."Didn't he try to stop her?" Oh yes, he tried. He always tries when he's there. Not that it did him or me any good. She used to attack him as well. She threw boiling chip oil over him on one accasion."I winced. "What did.