They Liked You Better When You Were Dead

Bobby started feeling around between her thighs, and suddenly Karen gave a lusty little gurgle. "Oh, hey," she gasped, "that feels good." "You ever play with yourself?" Bobby asked with a grin. "All the time," she laughed. "How about you?" "All the time," he chuckled, "but I like it better when you do it to me." "Same here," she panted. The two horny, curious kids went on playing with each other, getting more and more aroused. Molly wouldn't have left the window for anything now, not even her own urgent lust. She just had to see how things turned put. "Mmmmmm, God, that feels exciting," Karen moaned. "I like what you're doing, too," Bobby said hoarsely. "But it'd be even nicer if we took off our clothes." Karen nodded, and they separated long enough to undress. They ogled each other's naked bodies, then moved together again, stretching out on the couch. Karen wrapped her fingers around Bobby's swollen cock, and he rubbed a stiff finger over her puffed creamy slit. "Mmmmmm, mmmmm, yesssss!" she moaned. "Jesus, yeah!" Bobby growled ...»