The hair that was coming off of the shear was begining to stcik to her by now wet little pussy crack. I told her " I can tell it is tickliing but tha...t cannot be helped, sorry. As I was slowly now, going up the sides of her pussy I would push in agianst her pussy lips putting pressure on her that would elicit a soft moan from her. A couple of times as I was going from the top of her pussy to the top of her puic hair line I would hold the gaurd over her clit and let it just rest there for a. Vicky sat on Ashley’s stomach, straddling her. Ashley grinned and reaching up began caressing Vicky’s tits. Vicky moaned but quickly pushed Ashley away, “Uh uh, you naughty girl, no play for you.” Ashley gave a fake pouty look, which made her look even more cute to Vicky. Vicky grinned and sliding her hands up under Ashley t-shirt began tickling her bare sides with her fingernails. Ashley shrieked and squirmed under Vicky but Vicky only tickled harder. “Oh, Oh stop, I’m very. I get up on top of you, take your dick with one hand, and rub the tip against my asshole.Again, I don’t give you want just yet—instead, I keep rubbing you against me as I play with my tits, putting on a nice show for you. You squirm around, trying to get yourself into me, but I giggle and lift myself up so you’re unable.I rub my pussy and moan, dragging out the wait. But eventually, even I can’t wait any longer, and I bring the tip to my holeThe head takes some force to get in, but the rest. "Well perhaps one thing else." What would that be?" I want to give you a child! Please Jack. Our baby." She blushed, very prettily I have to say.Now I already had a daughter, Libby. Who I saw only occasionally, and those meetings were fraught with bitterness. In the divorce her mother got custody, and I had visiting rights, but as usual in these cases, my ex-wife managed to put all sorts of obstacles in the way of my visits. Little obstacles like moving, and not letting me know where she had.