“I’m afraid I have a confession to make Jane,” She said. We talked about the party, the boys, the music and the clothes we would wear but all the time I was listening for Helen’s feet on the stairs. XXX I curled my fingers inwards and speared deep inside her causing her to gasp and moan as I thrust firmly in and out before pulling it out to rub her soaking pussy even more firmly. I made small talk about Jason and the party, anything really to distract me from the insane itch between my legs that was just begging for Helen’s touch. She rolled the crumpled joint between her fingers, straightening it out before wafting the flame over the end. “I’m afraid I have a confession to make Jane,” She said.




















