Jim made up his mind. He touched the fur pie with his right index finger and watched Sarah quiver with delight. He spread the lips apart and peered into that dark hole, watching the liquid pour from it in a thin but steady stream.
"Oh Jim, darling, that's nice."
"Shh, they'll hear us."
"I don't care."
She spread her legs, putting the glass she was holding back down in the sink.
"This is what I've been waiting for. Do it to me.
That's exactly what Jim did. He poked a finger straight up her cunt and felt it burn with the sizzling juices that boiled there. He started f*****g the girl with his finger, taking long, fast strokes in and out of her hot box, glancing back over his shoulder every now and then to make sure no one was approaching the kitchen door.
Back in the living room, Ward
