With his free hand he wiggled Jess’ jeans and g-string down over her ass. She could feel the heat from her body rise with each passing second. How long had it been since Casey’s fingers had crept under her jeans, thought Jess. She knew with certainty that should she let him continue exploring that he would find the lace mesh damp, moist with the wetness his gentle touches were causing. ‘You want it, don’t you?’ rasped Casey’s voice. Giving an overall perception of intense concentration. Jess had her eyes closed and was panting slightly in rhythm with his touch. Not long after both garments lay discarded on the floor but Casey’s attention was firmly on the magnificent sight of Jess’ soaked pussy. Jess shifted her weight slightly, whether intentionally or not, lifting her ass a touch and allowing Casey’s fingers to slip easily underneath her waist band. How long had it been since Casey’s fingers had crept under her jeans, thought Jess. Working his way deeper until, just like her pussy, he was up to his knuckles
