She almost squealed aloud, turning bright red, she grabbed it from me, started to lift her skirt, stopped and spun 180, thinking she was keeping her gash from my view, not realising as she bent forward, legs parted, to press the handkerchief to her fat little twat, that it gave me the perfect view of her tight gash and the glistening dew that clung to it. I looked to Julie and Anne, Julie shrugged her shoulders, “she’s got a good point” she chuckled and stood at the bed end with her legs spread and hips flexed forward. We gave the girls half hour after supper to watch some TV and have dessert before sending them to clean teeth and hop into bed, I smelt a conspiracy in the making as we went upstairs to kiss them good night, they were in a huddle in the hallway outside their rooms, giggling as they ran back in.
