Cindy squirmed, helping her. The sodden shorts dragged down and the teenager's pussy was bared to Valerie's gaze. Valerie purred at the sight. Cindy's... cunt was rosy-lipped and unfolded, the slot awash with creamy lather and her clit taut and trembling.Valerie drew the shorts down and off Cindy's feet. She spread the girl's sleek thighs apart, her head moving between them. She blew on Cindy's pussy and, as if that creamy slot were a glowing ember, saw the flames of lust leap higher as Cindy's. ’ I’d been in similar situations before. I’d had women in this position in the past, them squirming against my fingers. ‘Just let me get you there. Trust me,’ I murmured. The blonde gulped and blinked before she nodded quickly and whined, ‘Uh-huh.’ So I went to work at her. Years before, in the summer of my nineteenth year, I had a temporary job in a coffee shop near an army camp. It was seven miles from my home at the time, a tiny bedsit off Grosvenor Road, Aldershot. The lady who owned the. Mom introduced me as her daughter and that made me feel better. Iwasn't really worried about be out as a girl, because no one knew me yet,but listening to the store manager's boring lecture on stealing wasawful. I tried real hard to pay attention, but then I noticed every timeI crossed or uncrossed my legs, he'd stop for a second. Finally I satwith my knees not quite together, and after a minute he stoppedaltogether. He stood up a little uncomfortably, and as he walked us tothe door he said. ‘First, I got a note from that horrible fat man at the Crown and Anchor.’ It was my turn to look surprised. ‘George?’ ‘That’s him. He wants a full set of artist-quality prints of both your session and the original. Large size. Framed in light ash.’ He clapped his hands together in his excitement before holding up a perfectly manicured finger to stop me interrupting. ‘Then I met a darling publisher at a select soirée I was invited to down in London on New Year’s Eve. You know, a few.