Lisa was momentarily terrified...she was infected with Cassandra...she was endangering everyone. She needed to do...someone. SOMETHING... She felt strange, confused. Her mind was cloudy.
She couldn't remember why she had been upset. She was still absent-mindedly massaging the crotch of her slacks.
The pressure felt more amazing with each squeeze of her mound, with a flick of her thumb Lisa popped open the top button and plunged a hand into her pants.
Her panties were quiet moist. Why am I wearing panties?, she wondered to herself. Lisa traced her index and middle fingers up and down her lips while rubbing her clit with a thumb. Her arousal was too much to bear, Lisa quickly pulled off her slacks and panties in one motion before settling on her back and thrusting 2 fingers deep into her gash.
She was no longer attempting to be quiet. The sloshing of her pussy alone was enough to wake the others, but she was now moaning, loudly. Her wetness was dripping off her hand and down her ass.
Lisa began stroking her G-Spot, she was losing herself in euphoria when she felt an urge to pee, but she didn't miss a beat. Each stroke bringing her closer to the edge. Suddenly all of her muscles tensed.
Lisa's pussy contracted and a gush of clear liquid squirted out. Before she could comprehend what had happened it happened again - and again.
For what seemed like an eternity the convulsions and squirting continued. Finally when it was over she relaxed and went limp, their was a *splosh* as she hit saturated carpet. Before falling unconscious she noticed all of her companions standing around her, bewildered. |