James: Place your fingertip softly at the bottom, in the center of your pussy, and slowly caress upwards along the slit... On it, not between it...I s...hivered as my finger passed tantalizingly close to my clitty, only separated from it by my pussy lips.James: Do it again, but press just a little harder this time, let your fingertip slip between those juicy lips slightly... stop before you reach your clitty baby, don't touch it yet.James: Lower your other hand and spread your lips with two. He picked out one of the belts I had first noticed 'I think thiswould suit you.' He handed me the belt 'Let's see how it fits.' I put iton but I could only fasten it on the last hole. His hands moved to mywaist and ran around my waist checking the fit. Out of the corner of myeye I saw Steve peering into the shop window. I moved around until I wasbetween the window and Christopher so Steve could only see my back. Theshopkeeper grinned at me as he realised what I had done. 'I'll find aslightly. Burns' whereabouts, probably if you ring back this eveningMrs. Burns will be able to tell you more about it." Well, in that case I'll try to ring back later. Thank you very much,good bye." This time his voice was quite indifferent, he was talking toa servant after all!Betty got a deep breath as she put the receiver down. Her knees wereslightly trembling so she had to sit down to the chair by the telephonetable. She saw her reflection in the mirror across the hallway, the hemof her modest dress. That was no big deal, though; I sometimes had trouble finding my way homefrom school, so she was probably doing better than me."You live there?" she asked, pointing to our modest little colonial bluestone."Yeah," I nodded, "I live here with my Mom." I live with my Mom too," she commented, still working on her balance (althoughthe fence was only a foot off the ground), "but not my Dad. He went away a longtime ago." Where to?" I enquired, surprised that we were both single-parent kids."France, I.