loneiysong
Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2012
Bea felt the hostility. She felt the panic of the worker who came into camp. She stroked the hair of Jill as she sat near her. She was wearing a gossamer garb to protect her body from the sun but did not hide it. Standing up, she saw her mother and other grandfather approach. She stepped up beside her father stroking his back and looked at the woman before her.
"Mother, it's ok. I am fine." She smiled sensing the pent up and carefully caged sexuality in both visitors. It was so depressed and pushed down that once freed it would consume them from the inside out. Stepping close she looked at her mother and smiled. "I am happy." She stepped closer so their bodies were pressing against each other. "I am free." She whispered into her ear and ran her tongue along the rim. "When I was a baby at your breast,". She whispered so only she could hear. "You fingered yourself because I made you feel so good. Let me make you feel good again." She squeezed both sides of her hips and rocked her own long and slow against her pelvis.
"Mother, it's ok. I am fine." She smiled sensing the pent up and carefully caged sexuality in both visitors. It was so depressed and pushed down that once freed it would consume them from the inside out. Stepping close she looked at her mother and smiled. "I am happy." She stepped closer so their bodies were pressing against each other. "I am free." She whispered into her ear and ran her tongue along the rim. "When I was a baby at your breast,". She whispered so only she could hear. "You fingered yourself because I made you feel so good. Let me make you feel good again." She squeezed both sides of her hips and rocked her own long and slow against her pelvis.