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Subject: And Three Were Foolish
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This is the sixteenth part of a complete novel. The novel was never
published so this is its first
public airing. I have re-worked some of the material and will continue to
do this on a chapter by chapter basis. The story is about three young
girls and their sexual awakening.
WARNING::: This is an ADULT story! ! !
IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT or are likely to be offended by
graphic descriptions of an extreme sexual nature such as Rape, Incest, and
Paedophilia, then GO AWAY! !
Regular readers of my stories such as BABY SITTING and BROTHERLY LOVE will
know what to expect. IF in doubt, DO NOT READ THIS! !

To those who are looking for instant gratification, slow down a bit - it
lasts longer.
This is not a short story. I have taken time to develop the characters so
that their experiences will be more real. If you're just looking for the
sex, it's here all right - but without the preceding parts it might be
difficult to follow the story and you've already missed a lot of the sex.

				And Three Were Foolish

   				by  The Englishman

Part 16

Lucy crept silently through the rear garden gate. She had to find a secure
hiding place for the money until she decided what to do with it. She
pulled open the rotting door of the tool shed and winced as the rusting
hinges squealed a faint protest. Her step-father wasn't interested in the
garden and she wondered if she was the first person to open the shed since
her father had left.
The shed was damp and ancient cobwebs clung to her face and hair as she
felt around in the dark for a safe place to hide the thick wad of notes.
She stuffed them into a cracked flowerpot and after a moment's thought she
stacked several more on top - There could be mice and the money would make
a very expensive bed. 
She pulled off Gary's jacket and threw it into a corner, still surprised
that she was thinking so calmly after what had happened. Calmly, apart
from the compelling urgency of a hot bath and the need to go to bed and
finish what Gary had so inadequately started.
She had hoped to creep upstairs to her room without her parents noticing
that she was home. She didn't feel able to deal with company or
conversation until she was clean. The light was off in the kitchen and
there was no sign of her mother. She tip-toed past the living room where
her step-father was watching television. He glanced up at her as she
passed the open door. He must have been waiting for her - she was sure
that she hadn't made a sound.. 
"What did he want that wouldn't wait till tomorrow?"
"Who?"
His voice was suddenly suspicious.
"Your English teacher - that is who you went out to see wasn't it?"
Lucy tried frantically to think of a convincing reason that would satisfy
him. 
"He's lost his timetable - he wanted a copy of mine."
"I didn't see you take anything out with you."
Lucy tried to keep her voice level. She didn't want to get into a long
discussion with him this evening. All that she wanted now was to have a
bath. To wash every trace of Gary from her body. More than anything, she
wanted to satisfy the burning need that had itched and tormented her all
the way home.
"I know that. I always leave my copy at school - he'll have to wait till
tomorrow"
"So why didn't you tell him that over the phone?"
"Because he didn't tell me what he wanted on the phone. What is this? Why
do I have to answer to you every time I do something or go somewhere?"
"Because I'm your father and I worry about you."
Lucy hated his smug smile. He must know by now that she would never accept
him as her father. She dreamed that one day her real father would turn up
and take her away but it was a dream that became less real with every year
that passed. She'd been seven when her father left. Just six years ago,
and she couldn't even remember what he looked like now. There were no
photographs of him and her mother never even mentioned his name. 
"You're not my father. My dad would never do the things that you do to
me."
"No, he just loved you so much that he walked out on you and your mum. At
least I'm still here."
"Don't I know it. Anyway where is mum?"
"Your Gran's ill. She's gone over there for the evening."
He grinned meaningfully, "So it's just me and you Lucy."
"Just you - I'm going to have a bath, then I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
Her step-father turned back to the television without answering and Lucy
awarded herself another victory point. She'd stopped counting a long time
ago but she was sure that she was winning. She'd forgotten when it was
she'd started scoring points off him but it was time he learned that she
would never let him take her dad's place. Every time she taunted him or
accidentally allowed him catch a glimpse of her developing body she was
reminding him that she was not his daughter.
He retaliated by trying to embarrass her. He started by making suggestions
to her that he would never have made to his own daughter, if he had one.
She steadfastly refused to show her embarrassment - that would have been a
point to him. The clandestine war gradually escalated. His constant
harassment was almost a daily occurrence now and the routine had become
boringly predictable. He would touch her bottom or brush against her and
make lewd suggestions as he passed. She would shout at him and threaten to
tell her mother about him. Eventually he'd leave her alone - until the
next time.
She was halfway up the stairs when he called her back. She turned wearily.
"What now?"
"How about a cup of tea before your bath?"
"I don't want a cup of tea."
"Well make me one anyway."
Lucy snorted derisively. "Make it yourself - I'm not your servant."
Her step-father sighed impatiently. "If you were a servant, I'd have
sacked you years ago. Now make the tea like a good girl or I'll tell your
mother..."
"Tell her what you like."
"... that you came home without your pants."
Lucy froze in mid-step. She was about to deny his accusation but it was
obvious that he hadn't just made a lucky guess. From where he was sitting,
he could see the stairs. He must have nearly broken his neck to see up her
skirt, but he knew. She descended the stairs in stunned silence. He
watched her walk slowly to the kitchen.
Her hands were numb as she filled the kettle and switched it on. He said
nothing as she stood in the open doorway and waited for the kettle -
waited for him to speak - waited for anything to break the awful tension.
The kettle boiled and turned off with a loud click. Lucy started nervously
at the sudden sound. As she poured the tea, she wondered what he would do.
Would he tell her mum? Or, more likely, would he save it up and use it as
a weapon.
She carried his tea in and nervously placed the cup on the small coffee
table.
"Bring it here Lucy."
"What!"
He patted the arm of his chair."I said bring it here."
She approached him reluctantly and put the cup down. She turned to go but
he caught her wrist.
"Don't go - I want to talk to you."
"What about?"
"I think you know, Miss Innocence. Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth
would it? So how come no knickers?"
"I didn't have any clean ones. I was only going to be out for a few
minutes so I didn't bother."
She tugged her skirt to cover as much of her legs as possible. It was too
late now - he'd already seen all she had but she was acutely aware that he
was still looking. She smoothed her skirt nervously and felt the lump in
her pocket. The pills! She had no idea what they were but if her
step-father discovered them, he'd probably accuse her of taking drugs.
They were most likely only aspirin but he'd want to believe the worst.
"So you went to meet your teacher with no pants on?"
"He didn't notice so it doesn't matter."
"You had pants on when you were lying on your bed. What did you do - take
them off before you went out? Or did you lose them while you were out?"
Lucy said nothing - there was nothing she could say without telling him
what had happened to her. 
'He'd love that' she thought 'another weapon to use against me'
She stared at him silently and prayed that he'd lose interest in goading
her.
"You were only going out for a few minutes but that was more than an hour
ago. What happened Lucy?"
"Why should you care? You're not my father. It's none of your business
what I do."
"Your mother might be interested though."
"You can't prove anything - and if you tell her, I'll tell how you keep
touching me up."
Her step-father looked thoughtful for a moment.
"So if I keep quiet about you and your teacher - you won't say anything
about..."
"I won't tell her anything," said Lucy eagerly.
"Not even about tonight?"
She looked puzzled. "Tonight?"
"That's right - tonight."
"I don't know what you mean."
He gripped her wrist more tightly. His other hand went behind her and
stroked her bottom. 
"I think you know what I mean Lucy."
She squirmed desperately but he held her fast. His hand caressed the tight
cheeks of her behind and she felt her skirt ride up a little with every
movement. She held her breath until she felt his hand on her bare flesh.
"W-what are going to do?"
"What would you like me to do Lucy?"
She jumped nervously as his fingers stroked the cleft of her bottom. 
"Nothing, I don't want you to do anything."
The palm of his hand cradled her buttocks but his fingers were between her
legs. He'd never gone this far before and Lucy was genuinely frightened.
She wriggled to avoid his questing fingers - to avoid the, by now
familiar, sensations that his fingers were generating between her legs.
She was already aroused but the thought that her step-father could have
this effect on her was alarming.
She heard the clatter of the pill bottle as it fell from her pocket. Her
step-father released her and snatched the bottle from the floor.
"What's this?"
"Aspirin - I've got a head-ache."
He looked suspiciously at the bottle, "Are you sure? it doesn't say
aspirin"
She grabbed the bottle and backed out of his reach as she unscrewed the
top. She tipped two pills into her hand. There was only one way to
convince him. With a silent prayer that they were aspirin, she swallowed
the pills and took a mouthful of his tea.
"Of course I'm sure. Look I really do feel bad. Can I have my bath and go
to bed?"
He grinned suggestively, "D'you want me to do your back?"
Lucy felt relieved and grateful that she had escaped his accusations and
his advances. She could afford to be pleasant to him. She allowed herself
to smile back teasingly at him. 
"You're pushing your luck. Mum'll be back soon."

She lay back in the steaming water and closed her eyes. The fresh scent of
the bath oil made her feel cleaner than just scrubbing with soap had done.
She allowed her mind to drift as the heat eased the soreness from her
body. Her tired mind tried to make some sense of the last few days. She
felt that more had happened to her in one week than the whole of the rest
of the year. A week ago she was worried about her lack of experience and
now... She giggled at the thought that it was like the ninety three bus.
Wait hours for one and then they all came together. She giggled again at
the pun. Allie would like that - it was her kind of joke. Except it wasn't
a joke - she was more confused about sex, now that she'd experienced it,
than she had ever been before. 
She hadn't suspected the existence of the reservoir of sexual energy that
her teacher had tapped into. He'd released and controlled the new energy
and she was glad that he had. Gary had breached the dam within her but
he'd failed to harness the sexual energy that he'd released. Now it
flooded and filled her uncontrollably. Its very presence made rational
thinking more difficult. It hadn't helped that her step-father's advances
had rekindled the need to satisfy her new appetites. The thought shocked
her. If even her step-father could excite her sexually she would be easy
prey for any male who made advances to her.
Gary was history, that much she was sure of. He was too immature and she
wasn't sure if she had ever really liked him anyway. The attention had
been flattering because he was her first boyfriend but he had no idea how
to treat a girl. Not like Mr. Clarke - he didn't have to resort to rape.
It suddenly occurred to her that she didn't even know her teacher's first
name. She couldn't think of him as Nobby - it didn't fit her image of a
lover. 
She didn't really know anything about him at all. What did he do after
school when he wasn't with her? She didn't know where he lived or who he
lived with - or if he lived alone. Her blood ran cold at the thought that
he might even be married. It hadn't even crossed her mind until now that
he might have a wife. She shrugged carelessly - there was no point in
speculating. Tomorrow she would ask him. 
She had to get out of the bath. The heat was making her dizzy.
She stumbled giddily from the bathroom. She felt drunk - just like when
she'd had the whisky in her teacher's study. She giggled softly to
herself. The whisky wasn't all she'd had. That was a nice thought to go to
bed on. She'd dream about Mr. Clarke - perhaps he'd continue, in her
dreams, what he'd started in his study.
She hunted clumsily through her drawer for something seductive to wear to
bed. If she was going to dream about her teacher, and she was sure that
she would, then she wanted to look good for him. She chose a pure white
silk night-dress. The night-dress reached half way down her shapely thighs
showing off her long slim legs. Covering everything and concealing
nothing, it tied at the front with a thin belt that accentuated her slim
waist. Her shapely body silhouetted through the sheer material. Her small
breasts were firm enough to stand proudly without the aid of a bra and her
nipples showed a darker pink where they pressed against the thin material.

Her mirror confirmed that she looked good. If Mr Clarke could see her now
he would definitely fall in love with her. She left the matching panties
in her drawer. Twice now she'd walked home without panties and if she was
to dream about Mr Clarke, she'd do that without panties as well.
She hugged her pillow, still aware of the empty hunger that Gary had
started within her. The hunger didn't matter now because she had her
teacher to satisfy it. She closed her eyes dreamily and imagined her
teacher's hand lightly brushing over her nipples. They sprang into instant
hardness when she touched them but in her mind the hands that stroked her
body were not hers. Her breasts ached and throbbed with an urgency that
surprised her but she didn't want to rush. She had all night and her
teacher enjoyed teasing her. 
One hand strayed down to the hem of her night-dress and hovered gently
over the sensitive skin of her thighs. She sighed breathlessly with
anticipation and then touched herself gently between her legs. She gasped
in surprise at the intensity of the feeling that rushed through her body.
She threw off the quilt and rolled onto her back. One hand caressed her
throbbing breasts and her legs parted as her other hand found the soft
swelling of her sex mound. She was wet already but she would make him
wait. She would tease and torment him because she loved the power that she
held over him while she coaxed him to beg her for release. The moment when
his frantic cock had spurted over her hand blurred with the memory of his
hand between her legs.
His hands stroked her more insistently and she groaned out loud. Another
memory filled her mind. She was excited and ashamed as she softly
whispered the words to her pillow - words that he had taught her. Words
that had disgusted her before, but now they conjured erotic memories of
her teacher and they fuelled her excitement
"Not yet. I don't want you to fuck me yet sir. I want to touch you and
kiss you. I want to lick your cock until it's bursting. I want your cock
in my mouth and I want your mouth on my cunt."
She drifted trance-like as one hand closed over the moistness between her
legs and the other hand extended a finger to her soft lips. She licked and
nibbled at the finger and it slid smoothly between her parted lips.
Another, larger and rougher hand slid past the open front of her night
dress and stroked her breast gently....
Her eyes snapped open to see her step-father standing over her. His hand
closed, taking possession of the breast that he had been stroking. Her
heart seemed to stop for a second. How long had he been there? She was
more angry and embarrassed than frightened. Her hand closed protectively
over her naked vagina.
"What are you doing? Get out of my room!"
"No need to ask what you're doing Lucy - I know what you're doing."
"It's none of your business. Now get out and leave me alone or I'll tell
mum what kind of pervert she married."
This was his cue to say something suggestive and leave but he didn't move.
His hand still cupped her firm breast and he smiled at her like a man with
a secret. Lucy suddenly realised that something was different this time.
He had never gone this far before. This wasn't a secret grope of her
bottom as he passed her on the stairs. This was no furtive brushing
against her body when she wasn't nimble enough to dodge. 
The pathetic groper, that she occasionally tormented with a provocative
wiggle of her firm little bottom, was acting very differently tonight. She
been too anxious to get away from him earlier in the evening, to give it
much thought but she realised now that when he'd touched her between her
legs, that he was acting more boldly than usual. At least she'd had her
clothes on earlier. He had never seen her with so exposed before and he'd
never held her as blatantly as the possessive hand on her breast was now
doing. Lucy shivered nervously. The rules of their game had changed and
no-one had told her. 
"I said get out before I tell mum."Her voice was desperate and shrill.
"You'll have to wait to tell her anything. She won't be home tonight."
Lucy's heart lurched and she felt sick. His voice carried a suggestion of
something more than what he'd said.
"I don't believe you, you're lying. Why would she stay away all night?"
"Your Gran got worse and I told her she should stay over. After all we can
look after ourselves, can't we Lucy?"
He squeezed her breast to make his meaning clear. His other hand was on
her leg, stroking the calf with deliberate slowness. She tried to pull her
leg away but he pinned it in place without effort and now his hand was on
her knee and moving upwards. Her voice was pleading.
"Look, be sensible. Touching me up is bad enough but you can't do this.
You're my father ..."
"That's not what you said earlier Lucy. You were very definite about that,
so this is really your own fault."
Her step-father's fingers trailed higher along her thigh until they met
her hand, still frozen in place under her night dress. She cupped her hand
more tightly over her sex mound but his, much larger hand, closed over
hers.
"Move your hand Lucy."
"What are you going to do?"She whispered weakly.
"If you move your hand, you'll find out."
She shook her head mutely. He squeezed her hand firmly pressing her
fingers against her damp pussy.
"You've never liked me have you Lucy?"
"Of course I do,"she blurted, anxious to placate him,"but this is wrong,
you know it is."
He released her captive breast and stroked the soft skin with a feather
touch that made her shiver. She tried to push his hand away but it was a
useless gesture, he was too strong. She held onto his wrist weakly as his
fingers trailed across to the tiny hard nipple and teased it gently.
"You like that don't you? I think that you've always liked me touching
you."
"No! That's not true - I hate it. It makes my skin crawl when you touch
me."She said the words without conviction.
"So why do you flaunt yourself at me Lucy? Why do you wiggle your cute
little arse whenever you walk past me?"
"It was just a game - I didn't mean anything by it."
"You play dangerous games Lucy. If you set out to tempt a man you've got
to accept the consequences."
"I didn't think, I just thought that you'd take notice of me. I suppose I
wanted you to like me."
"Well it worked Lucy, I really do like you."He bent and kissed her
forehead."Now will you move your hand?"
She shook her head emphatically,"No! Now please get out and leave me
alone."
"Well at least untie your belt so that I can see you properly."
"What?"
Her heart fluttered wildly at the suggestion and for a moment she couldn't
breathe. He took her silence as acceptance and her eyes widened in
disbelief as she watched his hand leave her breast to tug gently at the
belt. With one hand clamped protectively between her thighs she tried to
hold the belt together with the other hand. Despite her efforts, the knot
unravelled smoothly and her night-dress fell open leaving her quivering
young body open to his gaze. 
Frozen in time - like watching herself on a slow motion film - she stared
numbly as his fingers stroked her trembling belly. Her stomach muscles
spasmed and contracted as his fingers trailed over her sensitive skin
before they moved back up to caress her breast. His other hand still
covered hers and he pressed her fingers into her crotch, in a slow careful
rhythm. She groaned helplessly as he used her slim fingers to carry out
his silent commands. She'd excited herself to fever pitch before he'd
touched her and now her body was trembling with desire. She struggled to
keep her voice steady so that he wouldn't suspect the effect that he was
having on her.
"Look, I'm sorry if I teased you but now you've gone too far. You've got
to stop."
"Like you said, I've gone too far - too far to stop Lucy. Now, move your
hand."
"I can't, it's wrong for us to do this. What about mum? She'll throw you
out and I won't have a father at all."
"Only if you tell her. She won't find out from me and I don't think you'll
say anything will you?"
His fingers were still tracing a delicate path around and over her erect
nipple and she wondered why he hadn't touched her other breast. Of course
she didn't want him to but she wasn't strong enough to stop him, so why
didn't he just go ahead and claim both breasts. He could even force her to
move her hand from between her legs if he wanted to. He didn't need to ask
her. She had already discovered how much strength was in his arms. She
realised with a sudden chill that he could force her to do anything and
she was powerless to stop him. She pushed weakly at his arm. 
"Please stop. I promise that I won't tell mum if you stop now."
"You won't tell her. You wouldn't want to hurt her. So you won't tell her
anything, will you?"
Lucy knew that he was right. If her mother found out what he was doing to
her daughter, it would destroy her and their family.
"No, I suppose not,"she muttered feebly."but you have to stop. It's bad
and wrong."
"Move your hand Lucy."
"No."
"You owe me that much Lucy. After the way that you've teased me. At least
let me see what I'm missing."
For a moment she was tempted. All she had to do was move her hand away and
let him look at her. Then he might go and leave her alone. He couldn't
accuse her of teasing him then, could he? His hand left her breast and
glided gently down her belly before moving back up to caress the other
nipple into erection. She'd been waiting for him to pay attention to her
other breast but the sudden fresh flare of pleasure caught her by surprise
and she gasped involuntarily.
 Encouraged by her reflexive response he bent over her and ran his tongue
lightly over both nipples. Lucy sucked in her breath sharply as tiny
shocks of pure energy shimmered along her nerves and burst like champagne
bubbles wherever his flickering tongue touched her skin. She moaned softly
and tried ineffectively to push his head away.
"Ohh ... don't. You mustn't - please stop now."
"Move your hand then."
"If I do, will you promise only to look. Promise that you won't do
anything else to me?"
"I promise that I won't do anything that you don't want me to."
She hesitated for a moment as he released the pressure of his hand on
hers. Then she slowly withdrew her hand from between her legs. She blushed
scarlet as he gazed between her open thighs. This was wrong. It was wrong
for him to touch her the way that he had, and it was wrong for her to show
herself to him like this.
 She was hot with embarrassment but she felt a perverse pride as her
step-father knelt by the bed and silently admired her naked body. How long
could he just stand there and stare at her? How long could she lie exposed
and vulnerable while he studied the most intimate secrets of her body? 
Her naked vagina pulsed as if it was aware of his attention. It was
inviting him to touch her there - daring him to take possession of it.
Lucy felt the pounding of her blood as it engorged and dilated her pussy
lips and she wanted her fingers back there in the damp warmth. If he would
only go now, she could finish what she had started. She moved her hand to
cover herself again but he caught her wrist gently and stopped her. She
didn't try to struggle, it was pointless.
He dipped his head as if in prayer and kissed her leg just above her knee.
His tongue flicked out and lightly grazed her smooth thigh. Her legs
trembled as his tongue traced a line upwards and Lucy whispered feebly. 
"No, you promised you wouldn't."
His warm breath on her inner thighs blazed a thrilling trail for his
tongue as it glided over the silky soft skin towards her unprotected
vagina. She clenched her fists and protested again. 
"You promised...."
 She sighed softly as his tongue licked delicately at her pussy lips and
his breath was hot on her inflamed cunt. 
"You mustn't .... Noo.. Oooohhh!"
She couldn't prevent the sudden flow of moisture and she couldn't stop her
legs from parting as he slid his hands under her. His strong palms cradled
her firm bottom and gently raised her hips. Her mind and her body were no
longer connected. Like a dream that she couldn't control, she was unable
to resist as he turned her sideways across the bed so that his flickering
tongue could reach further into her. 
He pulled her closer to where he was kneeling and her legs hung over the
side of the bed with his head between her thighs. She was helpless to stop
his expert tongue as it danced magical spells of confusion through her
body. She couldn't still the sparkling trails of pleasure that leapt like
lightning through her body to build a coruscating stream of fire that
threatened to explode within her. 
She tried without success to control her hips as they rose to meet his
lips and tongue. Even her voice refused to obey. Lucy cried out loud with
pleasure but still she knew that it was wrong. She tried to fight the
waves of sexual sensation that overwhelmed her. She had to regain control
of the situation. If he won this time, she would be lost forever.
"You must stop.. You promised that you wouldn't do anything." She panted
weakly.
He paused and looked up at her from between her thighs. His lips were wet
from her vaginal juices.
"I promised not to do anything that you didn't want. Tell me that you
don't want this and I'll stop."
Lucy bit her lip. She didn't want this but her body was loving it. But
with her step-father? Her mother's husband?
"We mustn't ... Don't you see? We can't do this even if we want to."
He lowered his head and flicked his tongue across her swollen clitoris.
Lucy squealed hopelessly as her hips thrust upwards invitingly. He looked
up with a knowing smile. 
"You mean we mustn't do this even though we want to."
"Yes, that's right, we mustn't."She breathed.
"Well I didn't promise not to do what we mustn't, only what you didn't
want."He said craftily. 
His head dipped back to her open thighs and his expert tongue teased her
till she felt sure that she would explode. Every fibre of her tormented
young body screamed for release but a corner of her mind still nagged at
her conscience. She couldn't fight the demands of her own body even though
she knew that he was wrong to be doing this to her. She was wrong for to
allowing him to do it - for wanting him to do it. 
Her mind excused her body's actions. It wasn't her fault - she had said no
but he had ignored her. She couldn't find a way to excuse her irrational
urge to reach out and stroke the swelling in his trousers.
It was definitely wrong that she should want to touch him, to open his zip
and feel his erect cock. It was wrong but her hand reached out for him
anyway, as if it had made the decision on its own. Her fingers brushed
tentatively across the bulge in his trousers and his lips pressed harder
against her vagina in response. She groaned in pleasure and confusion as
she tried to remember at what point she had stopped struggling and started
to encourage him.
 She struggled weakly to open his trousers but her hands were as
uncoordinated as her brain. He paused for a moment to guide her trembling
fingers onto his belt buckle. She tugged it loose while he pulled his zip
open but his cock was beyond her reach. She groaned in frustration while
he stood up and pulled his clothes off. 
Lucy gasped in amazement when she saw the size of his erection. Her hand
itched to touch it but it was as thick as her wrist and she was terrified
that he might want to try to put it inside her. He would kill her if he
tried. ... if she let him try. She shook her head. He wouldn't do that -
she wouldn't let him do that. She was his step-daughter and, even if that
meant nothing to him, she was still a school girl.
 He moved closer to the bed and the huge length of his cock was within her
reach. She touched it timidly and her small hand closed around it. She
explored its length while he bent over her and kissed her breasts. His
lips wandered over her neck and breasts but she wanted his tongue back
inside her empty cunt. She tentatively gripped his cock and pumped it
gently to encourage him. She felt his hand on her wet pussy
