I watch you stroking your hard cock... I feel myself getting even wetter...My finger moves from my clit...sliding inside my pussy... I grip it tight a...s I move it in and out...Then i take my finger...and with it wet from my juices, i run it against your mouth... your tongue licks my finger...sucking every drop of my juice from it...My hand returns to stroke my self... You lean over and start nibbling on my neck...You know that just makes me more turned on... I take my hand and start stroking. “Hey Madison, you beautiful creature,” he says, “What do you girls think about when you finger fuck yourselves?”“Ask them,” I say smoothly and smile sweetly, not rising to the bait.Jed sits beside Mike. “What does Madison think about?” he asks quietly, “When she gets herself off.”“What makes you think I do,” I say primly, wide eyed and innocent.“Oh you do,” murmurs Jed. He looks at my breasts and I tilt them up to give him a thrill. I'm a 36D with a slim back so I do get noticed. I like men to. As I set myself up to begin loading the machine, someone else came into the laundry room, a great looking guy that I hadn't seen before, and I smiled in greeting. He returned the gesture, giving me a smile that would easily be panty-remover if my panties weren't already off and waiting to be washed. He went to the two other machines and began unloading them and carrying the damp garments over to the bank of dryers. I was in no hurry, and was enjoying the view every time he bent over to stuff. I am not little as we established earlier and 2. I’m not young either, I’m 32 but as you will find out Tom is a filthy deviant old man of 85 so to him I guess I’m a ‘little girl’.I look up from the sun lounger and can’t see anyone looking at me, however, our fence is old and the timber has lots of knotty holes in it, behind the holes I can see a blue shirt on the other side of the panel. “I’m not showing them off, I’m just trying to get an all over tan in the privacy of my own garden!” I retort.