Can you feel it? The slow, steady drag of air escaping from your parted lips, filling the expectant heavy atmosphere with the moisture of your desire.... Can you feel the trembling of your skin and the fluttering of your eyelashes, as weighted by need they press down eager to caress your flesh? Can you taste the wetness pooling in your mouth as your tongue tip teases along the undulating ridge of exposed teeth before flicking further outwards to coat those soft lips in glistening saliva? Can you. ”“Good. Have you seen Berta and Sarah today? Sarah came in early and Berta left home an hour later.”“Yeah, they hooked up and were going to talk to the marshal. They were headed for the rooming house for dinner come noon.”“Okay. They’ll likely be at our office when we get done here.” The crew who were working on tearing down the wagon shed farthest from where we found the body caught a good whiff. They traced it to where we were standing, and also were curious why we had sent a man for the. Josie relatively freaked out as my spunk ran down her chest in the groove between her tits. I dressed as Ellen got some tissues to wipe the spunk off her. “Cigarette” Ellen said to me, I nodded as Josie went to the toilet. We made our way outside as I got my fags out.As Ellen and I were talking she said, “God I was so turned on watching you and Josie” “Really” “Oh yes”, with that I moved closer to her and she put her arms around my neck as I put mine on her hips, we were snogging furiously, I. Eventually, I was dripping with my own juices and arched my back—almost fell off the back of the chair as I came. It was amazing. Then I knew what question he wanted to ask—he was desperate to know about my pussy. But he wouldn’t ask. It just hung there above us as an unasked, unanswered question. Eventually, I told him some guff about shaving in the shower that morning, so as to surprise him—and he bought it. I can’t imagine what he’d make of it if he knew the truth.” “And you were so worried,.