Her young lips were dark pink and swollen. I reached down and lightly touched her clit sending electricity through her fit girlish body. I had dreamed... of having her and now here she was in front of me offering me her body to do what I wanted. I knelt down and touched her thigh, once again she jumped. Her breathing became labored. She looked up at me and told me that she was mine and that I could do anything that I wanted to her. I kissed her outer lips and teased the opening of her tight little. He could do nothing to stave off the power of the guilt, a guilt more powerful than the charms of the machine he so badly wanted to take home.He ran his hands over his face a couple of times, begging to be free of his divided mind, his thoughts of gratitude and contempt so polarized that they made it difficult to concentrate or even stand on his feet, his expression grim after he announces to the saleswoman that he has to think about his purchase before diving into it. There was never any. I had him fit me with my shoulder rig on so that it would look natural and not bulging. Who knew what kind of shit could happen? I almost had to force him to take my card when it was time to pay, as he felt he still owed me for my part of freeing the community from the man who had taken the area over. That had been a major traumatic event.The clothing wouldn't be available until tomorrow early afternoon, so we would be leaving a day later than planned. Dewey told everyone, "We could have been. You moan in shame and anticipation as I hitch your skirt up around your waist, pull aside the soaking crotch of your thong, and jam two fingers into your sopping cunt.Your friend doesn't know where to look and offers to leave, but can't take her eyes off the rhythmic entry of my fingers in and out of the space between your thighs. She wants to go and frig off somewhere private, but I want her to watch you being fucked, and so does she.It all happens with alarming rapidity, the next moment you.