The girls got to their feet and headed into the bathroom to wipe their slimy gashes, except Tina who followed me to the kitchen, “Miss Julie, could you undo me and wipe me please, I’m all slimy and sticky?”. “I’ll sort you out sweetie” said Anne and led her out, “grab a pad out of my bag and stick on her” called Julie then chuckled to me, “a wonder that girl doesn’t dehydrate…she’s always leaking!” then added, “we’re one stool short, have you got any others?”. I asked, both nodding, I sat out on the porch to think ahead to tomorrow. I smiled and held my hands out, bringing my knees closer together, “in this house sweetie, if my lap is empty, you don’t have to ask…I would love to give you a hug”. I pushed slowly, a breathy “ooooohhhh” from her as I fed her the whole length in one continuous movement, my balls kissing her gash as she squealed softly, Di and Cindy either side of her, molesting her puffy nipples – I saw on
