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Lucy was watching intently, her lips parted and her tongue gently caressing her lower lip. She wanted a show, I’d give the bitch one. Lost connection A lazy start to my Saturday, I awoke late. Making a coffee, I went back to bed, picking up my laptop and logging into Lush. Checking my messages I noticed Jenny was online, so sent her a quick hello. Now, Jenny is never one to stop at a quick hello, and before I knew it we were chatting away. I asked her about her plans for the evening. She replied she was out with friends. “Boys or girls?” I felt nosey. “Both,” came the reply. “Ha ha, then back to yours for an orgy?” “Not tonigh, I don’t think!! Lol now you mention it, I could send out some invitations. Would you like one?” I smiled at the idea. “Not one for groups, prefer a one on one invite …” I replied. “That could be arranged J you could turn up at my door in just a coat, and when I open the door you could open the coat and show me what’s on offer…” “I’d prefer to make you work for it. I have some nice undies, you could unwrap me…” Knowing where this would lead, I shed my pyjama bottoms, discarding them on the floor. Jenny’s reply came back quickly. “Mmm, slipping off that coat and seeing you in bra and knickers, getting me worked up here.” Ataşehir Escort “Me too J ” “I’d stand behind you, tracing along your spine with my fingers. Kissing your neck” “Mmm, I can imagine your warm breath on my skin.” My fingers began to trace their way down my tummy, knowing that I’d began to dampen. “Running my hands down your sides, stroking your back. Unhooking your bra, hands around you, underneath your breasts.” My fingers brushed over my mound, my trimmed hair damp against my skin. Flat fingertips began to rub ever so gently. I managed to take my hands away long enough to type. “I can imagine your hands on my skin, fingers on my erect nipples. God I’m getting damp, Jenn” “Me too. I’d sink to my knees behind you, kissing your lower back, slipping my hands into the top of your knickers” “Mmm, that sounds amazing , babe. Keep going…” I began to finger myself, just running a one digit across my lips, feeling the dampness and enjoying the sensation. The distinctive sound of an online message snapped my eyes back to the screen. “Sliding those knickers down, peeling the crotch from your sticky slot, your aroma filling my senses…” Fuck, I needed some fun, and this was great. I began to circle my clit Ataşehir Escort Bayan with one finger, the other hand drifting to my boobs, caressing them through the cotton of my pj top. Seconds passed. My clit was hard beneath my fingertips, but I wanted more. I waited for Jenny’s message to pop up. A minute went by. Had she gone? I pressed F5 to refresh. I got the message “Cannot connect to the internet.” What the fuck!!! My mind was a blank, desperately wondering what to do. The router! Downstairs, I just had to get to it and press the reset button. I jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs, every second vital. I burst into the living room, and ran to the unit with the television in the corner. The router blinked a red, sad light at me. I bent over, pressing the reset button, holding it in for a few seconds before releasing it. I gazed at its stupid, blinking orange light as it rebooted. I heard the door from the kitchen open. Lucy, my housemate, peered round the door. “What the hell are you doing?” “Resetting the box, lost connection, in the middle of something…” The silence made me look around. Lucy was giving me her hard, ‘something’s wrong’ stare. “What?” She was staring at my nether regions. Escort Ataşehir I’d forgotten I’d taken off my pj bottoms, and I was bent over, bare ass in the air. She stepped into the room. I reddened, scarlet and hot. “Were you masturbating?” “N…no, of course not! I was talking to…” “Bollocks. Stand up.” I glanced at the modem, the orange light still blinking its slow, derisive light at me. “Lucy, I… “ “Let’s look at the evidence, shall we?” she began, her legal head switching on. “Stand up. Now, lack of pyjama bottoms, giving easy access to your pussy,” she moved closer as I backed away, “which looks decidedly moist.” The back of my legs hit the sofa, causing me to tumble backwards. “Piss off! I wasn’t doing anything…” “Shut up. Red, flushed face, puffy lips,” her gaze dropped again to my pussy, my legs snapping shut in defiance. “Let me taste your fingers.” “No… leave me alone, will you?” Lucy was having too much fun. Her face screwed up in mock indignation. “HAND! NOW!” I lifted my right hand, Lucy slapped it away. “Like I don’t know you’re left handed, you slut.” She grabbed my left hand, raising it to her face. Her nose sniffed at my fingers, before her tongue came out and licked my fingers. “That is definitely the taste of your pussy. Ms Parrish, I’ve presented the evidence. How do you plead? And don’t forget you are under oath!” “Okay, I was playing with myself,” my eyes flicked to the router, the blue connection light blinking through its start -up sequence. “I’d like you to demonstrate exactly what you were doing.” I gawped at her.

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