Stella becomes aware of a growing wetness between her legs and realizes, with a quick flush of shame, that the blonde will soon notice it too. She doe...s. Again she hesitates momentarily before beginning to explore the wetness with gentle back and forth motions of one finger tip. Without warning the finger slides completely inside, and is gripped by a hot, wet embrace as Stella clenches involuntarily. The finger probes in and out several times before sliding out entirely, pulling moisture onto. The bulb of it was red and swelled as the slit of it peered evenly between her eyes. She saw how the vee shape of the glans narrowed its sides up the slope of the prick head's elliptical mass.The trunk of Justice's prick looked long and lean as it disappeared into the blonde briars about his balls. His balls were unusually large and seemed to be held in an almost translucent sack causing Joan to feel she must taste the fruit there first.She let her tongue lick out to soften the briar with wet. "Come on Cora" said Liz. "You haven't been here for almost a year and you just show up? I mean I'm glad you're here, but ... Why don't you just tell me what you want?"Cora delayed a little longer by sipping her juice. "Um ... I think I know who ... um... " she suddenly had no idea how to say it. Finally she blurted "It was Bob ... wasn't it?"Liz looked at her coffee."You could have had coffee. It's decaf." Her hands came to her protruding abdomen and rubbed over it gently.There was a tense. .?" Robbie's mother asked."I- umm, you can't call me, you know, 'Robbie' when my face looks likethis, right?" Robbie asked."Well-no, I suppose I can't," Robbie's mother mused. "We could say it'sshort for 'Roberta'?" What kind of sixteen-year-old girl's called 'Roberta'?" The teenagerasked."Okay," Robbie's mother said, frowning at her child's indignance. "Howabout 'Robin'?" Still sounds like it could be a boy's name," the teenager shrugged."I've got it!" Robbie's mother said with a grin. "How.