"What are you doing here?" she hissed."We-we want to talk to you," Emily said."There's nothing to talk about." What you did to me?" I started."Oh fuck..., what I did. What I did, what I did, what I did. Well, guesswhat, Marty-girl. When they tell you to be careful what you wish for,they don't know the fucking half of it. Not a tenth of it." What did you do to Toby?" Emily asked.I looked at her, shocked. I wanted to keep this about me for now. Ifwe presented a united front, Darla might crack,. Naomi was breathing deeply now. On my next move across, I felt the very top of her pussy, Naomi inhaled sharply, I continued on my motion, but on the return I removed my hand, Naomi groaned in disappointment.I reached out my hand and laid it gently on Naomi’s leg, I smiled as I discovered she was wearing silk stockings. Slowly I traced a line with my nail up the back of her leg, over the back of her knee, and slowly up the back of her thigh, at the edge of her skirt I didn’t stop, over the top. "I started to sit up and noticed that her hand didn't leave my breast. I took a deep breath, assuring that her hand was filled with warm, soft breast. I let the breath out, hitching with a sob as I did."Sweetie?" Belle murmured, "what's wrong?" I noticed that her hand had not left my breast."I'm sorry," I mumbled, "You were being nice, and I'm such a spaz that now we're on the floor and your pretty dress is gonna get dirty." OK, then," she said, finally releasing my boob, "let's get up."I lay. He had just eaten her for half and hour, bringing her almost--not quite--to orgasm, and she was hungry.He did it again, and then again, slowly, very slowly, a full second between his shortened strokes. Eight times, exactly. She was whimpering with need, humping her drooling pussy back at him and moaning for it, but he would not give her more. Seven more tiny strokes--and then he slid it in, all the way, balls-deep, his belly against her sweet bare cheeks. She spasmed and cried out, "Oh, yes!.