The blue one’s were Katy’s…
“What… what are your names?” he asked, struggling to get the words out as he watched Liz go behind Katy and started fondling her breasts and sucking on her neck and ear. He hadn’t seen girls like that in a long time. He simply sat there silently as she traced her hands around her body, over her breasts, pinching her sensitive nipples and moving her hands down towards her clit which she flicked and sent shivers around her body. “Touch me,” she said to the old man. “Touch me,” she said to the old man. And she was so tight, so young, so wet. They had never realised the kindly old man from the newsagent could sport such a large throbbing cock. Liz had an idea, and picked up the panties from the floor and wiped both of them in the girls pussies, before wiping the juice soaked rags up and down the man’s cock.
