"Why am I still watching him?" My eyes focused my panties moving around, as his hand bolted back and forth on them. "Holy shit, the panties I'm wearin...g are soaked," I whispered. My free hand calmly fell down to my black shorts and ventured into my pink silk panties. "Yep, they are wetter than a monsoon, how the fuck did I really become so attracted to him? Is it just because I know for a fact that he wants to fuck me?" I wondered, before I licked my lips. "Damn, even though I can't see it all,. Do I really love him or is it just the sex talking? I can’t let this go on any longer. The silence is deafening. I imagine being on trial with me on the stand, being questioned by ME…with an entire jury of MY clones. Mr. Cannaday! Guilty or Not Guilty? Demands the voice in my head. “Guilty or not Guilty?” it shouts.Guilty!!! I scream out and practically scare the shit out of Buck. I snap back into reality. “Didn’t you hear me? I’m guilty of loving you, Buck. I can’t deny it one more minute. I. Helen was talking as she spread the lotion liberally onto her hands, though Stan couldn't tell what they were saying. Moving to the bed Helen climbed to a position over her companion and in slow gentle moves began applying the lotion. Stan watched the woman's head as she was pleasured by the touch of the younger woman. Helen was between the woman's legs and Stan watched as her companion raised her knees so they were on either side of her. Helen ran her hands over the woman's legs then. Following the trail of baby oil I slowly smoothed my hands down over my rib cage, then further over my quivering tummy. As I reached my hips I opened my legs wide, feeling the cool air wash over my wet pussy. Running my finger tips up the inside of my soft silky thighs my hips arched as my fingers reached that sweet meeting point between my legs. I softly ran my right middle finger over the edges of my swollen pussy lips, so softly at first I could barely feel it. It almost tickled, but it.