He is now massaging the back of her thighs. She is getting so wet, the higher his hands go the wetter she gets. The anticipation is driving her wild. ...She then feels his fingers rubbing her inner thighs. She feels him gently coax her into separating her thighs. She then feels his hands getting closer and closer to her pussy. She flinches as she feels his pinky graze one of her lips. She is so wet that her juices are pouring down her legs. Then it happened, his hand found her pussy, his finger. Jennifer went to get Stephanie and they came back a minute later. Stephanie shut the door. We all sat on the floor in the middle of the room. I looked at the two envelopes, dreading opening them, but I knew I had to.“I’m going to read her mom’s letter first, OK?”All three nodded.I carefully opened the envelope and extracted a single piece of paper.Dear Steve, Please excuse my poor English compared to my daughter. I write you because I know she loved you much. She spoke of you almost every day. . ?" Just listen, will you. As I got older, I began losing weight, shedding all that puppy fat. I didn't diet, it just began falling from me. And as the fat disappeared, I found I could run. I didn't realise I could at first. I still thought I would get out of breath if I tried. But then one day, halfway around the course, I needed to pee, and I found myself running and running. And you Know what, Dotty, it was fabulous. I think I came third that day. The games mistress couldn't believe her. He kissed her firmly, with apparent eagerness, but tenderly, purposely controlling his own need so as not to scare her.At the same time, his hand moved to her chest, gently fondling the bountiful mounds of titflesh she sported. His palms languorously slid around their bulging contours, working upward in titillating spirals. His fingertips found the rubbery points of her resilient tits and caressed them, working all sorts of fiery sensations within her, thrills that raced on a direct line to the.