With one hand rubbing her back, her other hand began to rub Aimee’s cunt, slowly massaging her p***y lips and playing with her c**t. Then one finger slid inside her slick p***y. “Oooh yea,” Aimee cried out. Sara and Jane noticed something was going on, and watched, wondering.
Aimee rose up, so that she was up on her knees, bent over with her head on the floor. It became obvious to Jane and Sara that Beth had her finger up Aimee’s p***y. Unsure of just how to react, they stared in wide-eyed innocence.
Beth noticed their attention and smiled reassuringly at them, as if to say that it was no big thing, just an ordinary massage.
Then another finger joined the first up her cunt. Aimee lost herself in the pleasure of it all. Her hips began to rock of their own accord, matching the rhythm of B
