"I love hands," was the reply. "I'm really getting into hands. Small hands are best, don't you think?" She closed the girl's fingers into a tight ball, raised it to her lips and kissed it softly, then continued in an even lower voice, "Fists are nice, too..." "I - I'm not a - an expert - on fists. Hands. But I suppose small hands would be - better." She took the older woman's hand in hers, stroked it gently, frowning. "Yours is pretty too, but I wouldn't say it's small..." Victoria smiled. "No, it's not small, but perhaps we don't both need small hands. Perhaps your small hand will be enough. But my fingers are long, aren't they?" "Long enough, I'm sure." "Do you think I have a pretty mouth?" Without a moment's hesitation, the girl replied "Oh, yes. A very pretty mouth!" "Well then. A young lady with a tiny fist, and an old lady with a pretty mouth - and long fingers." The girl was silent, looking intently into her eyes. Victoria slid gracefully off the barstool, and helped her cute friend down from hers. Without a word, she led her to The Pearl's door, and into a waiting cab. Victoria directed the cab to her apartment, and once again placed Karen's hand in her own. She stroked it gently, then kissed it once again. In the back of the taxi, Karen's hand was gently placed on Victoria's nyloned leg, and directed higher and higher up her thigh. Victoria felt the familiar, welcome stirrings in her cunt as Karen's fingers began to work on their own against the bare flesh above her thigh-high stocking. The edge of Karen's hand brushed against her lace panties, causing a quick gush that soaked her hot pussy. Tonight, Victoria paid the driver, but she took a long hard look at his erection, eyebrows raised dramatically, to let him know that she knew he'd been sneaking peeks at the lesbian lovers in the back seat. Then she led Karen, by the hand, past the smirking doorman and into her building. When the elevator door closed, Victoria quickly pressed Karen against the back wall, planted a passionate kiss on her open mouth, and roughly pressed Indian Girls Fucking her hand into the girl's crotch. Karen melted under the assault. She kissed back hard, hands waving uselessly in the air around her older lover. Abby had Donna lay down on her back mid couch, she then crawled over her, and unbuttoned the top couple of buttons of her corset, folding it over exposing her bright pink nipple. Her leaf pumped me, aiming me towards that alien hole. Just a bunch of animals who needs to be kicked around and taught how to work. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya’s shrieking delight. Julie stood looking at the two young women. His stuff flew to out my tummy and some even hit my boob! So what this having James put lotion on you, you could have done for each other. The 'would be warrior' positioned himself between her legs, the American woman Indian Girls Fucking noticed his imposing 20 inches cock pointing at her vagina. I fixed it. “C’mon Chloe; you know he wants to fuck you, right?” Remy conceded. Ok... Just as I was finishing my OJ, I got a text from Tina. Julia whined and shimmied her hips, trying to dance the pain away. “They’re pissed off because their ruse to destroy the werewolves failed,” Megan said, her voice confident, and still not registering any remorse. It is alright for me to call you that isn’t it, since that is how I first met you?