The next morning things are back on track, at least where work is concerned. Little does Roman know that Brea is already making plans that will change... his life dramatically. Lucy is the first to find out when she sends a call to her daughter.“Good morning, Brea,” Lucy’s green hologram says. “How are you this fine morning? You were gone by the time I woke up.”“I’m great, Mom,” Brea answers smiling. “You got in pretty late and fell asleep quick. I didn’t want to wake you this morning. Do I need. She had slipped out of her nighty and thrown it onto the floor. The brush was lay next to her thigh. Her hands began working down her body slowly, stroking every inch of flesh. Her fingertips grazed over her breasts, her nipples, moving downwards across her soft stomach. Her breathing was fast, she was burning with anticipation. Her hands reached her hot spot. Sweetly she licked one finger, then began circling her clitoris. She felt herself getting wetter. One finger was teasing the opening of. A quiet moan escaped her lips when I pressed lightly on her clit and her hips started rocking unconsciously as she tried to get more friction.She had been edging multiple times a day this week so my fingers slipped easily inside her and grinned as she fucked herself on my two fingers. "My desperate little slut. You really like teasing yourself don't you kitten?" A whimper escaped her throat while she shook her head, but I could feel her clench around my fingers and try to push them deeper. "You. ." she sighed. She could not help parting her thighs ever so slightly. She could feel the inner wetness of her red hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate heatedly. She wanted him to hurry and touch her there. She and John had agreed to let Blaine fuck her if he wanted, if it would get him to support John Connors for mayor.Blaine's fingers advanced across the bare top of Ruth's thighs. They tickled and teased her, until he was sure of her rapt attention. Then he slipped his index finger up.