Last Friday afternoon my parents were making plans and calling their friends for the usual Saturday golf game. My obnoxious brat brother was in his ro...om playing music loudly and talking on the phone. I picked up the hall-way extension and listened in on the little snot. He was talking with his best friend Bob and the topic was me. Bob kept asking a million questions about if Jimmy had ever seen me nude and what I looked like. Every chance that Jimmy had, he was always trying to peak in on me. I. I surprised myself by finding how wet I was. Sliding my middle finger through my hot pink slit until my clit. I jumped at my own touch, and continued to circle my middle finger around the hardening little nub. Moaning as the pleasure increases through my body. I use my left hand to tweak my left nipple. Rolling the tip between my thumb and forefinger and pulling with every shot of pleasure. Leaning back against the sink counter, I move my fingers from my sensitive clit to my fuck hole. I enter. As he pressed it over me, washing away the gel, I was still tingling, that eucalyptus oil was powerful stuff and my clit still stood, erect, poised and ready for climax. He cupped water into his palm and scooped it over me, washing between my soft folds, really cleaning me. Then he splashed my buttocks and made a big show of rubbing my ass crack. Well prepared as always, he lifted a small bottle of oil and dribbled it over my pussy, lots of it. He began to massage it over my smooth mound and. Those around him at the time filled in the gaps in his memory, and there were plenty of folk around him.Beth was taken care of in the hospital for the next two days, though he insisted on going in to feed and change her when he could.He remembered with absolute clarity his phone call to Gwen’s parents, and to his own.“Hello,” said her mother on answering.“It’s David.” His voice was toneless and conveyed trouble.“Dafydd, bach,” she said, now worried, “what’s the matter, she’s not lost the.