You are wearing your favorite little nightie, the one that covers your breasts, but still has a deep plunger in the neckline. The bottom of your night...ie has just enough material to cover your nice curvy ass, but while you lay in bed curled up, your favorite hipster panties are slightly uncovered under the sheets. You lay with your laptop on the bed, and are chatting with other people. The k**s are all asleep and you think about what a day today had been and the conversations that you had had. Still, I didn't dwell on it. It wasn't as though I was hurting anyone by what I was doing.I would have liked it a lot better if the game of musical beds I was so busy playing had resulted in ridding myself of all these unwanted thoughts I kept having about Evelyn. Instead of doing that, it had an opposite effect on me. I won't claim that I was constantly obsessing over her, but she was in way too many of my thoughts for it to be comfortable to me.I was at home one weekend when I suddenly. Wildly, she thrust her tongue up Lynn's hot vagina, tasting its pun gent female secretions, then withdrawing it and flicking her tongue-tip into the tiny orifice of her urethra, sensing her darling squirming passionately beneath her. She enclosed her lips suckingly around the tiny clitoris and tenderly pulled at it, hearing the soft mewling sounds raise into Lynn's throat. Oh... her sweet, sweet darling, she thought in her ever-rising ecstasy... her sweet and beautiful darling... she loved. I slowly stuck two of my fingers into my snatch and began pinching my left nipples with my left hand."Mmm, yea," I moaned gently.Deeper and deeper I plunged my fingers. Out of habit my hips began rocking against them."Uhhh, yea, uhhhh," I moaned, getting into it.I loved how my fingers looked moving in and out of my twat as I started as myself in the mirror.The oil still glistened everywhere, making my tits look even hotter.I pinched my nipple even harder.Faster my fingers worked.I continued.