She opened and closed her mouth a few times, umm…her passion…spontaneity…lust, when you fucked her stupid on the end of the couch…umm, I guess her humanity as in concern for my discomfort of soaked jeans crotch…and Cindy’s, she chuckled softly. As Anne opened the door to step out of the bathroom, Cindy had just reached to open it, she let Anne hug her briefly then pulled away and stepped in and walked slowly, very gingerly with short steps to me, her head hanging. “Cindy sweetie, how about you head down to the girls, I need to have a chat with your mum”, Cindy gave me a hug and left the room. A deep guttural growl built from the depths of her chest as she shuddered heavily, and morphed into a soft breathy ‘yeeeessssss’ as it left her mouth, I stood, picked her up quickly and carried her outside onto the grass, “Ben…Come” I ordered as I set her down on hands and knees, dragging a finger through her quivering gash as Ben skidded to a halt, his nose two inches from her drooling cunt as she gurgled and
