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The moans were a signal to Ellen that her plan was working.
She leaned forward, tits hanging downward again, much to my delight, and
returned her hands to the insides of Beth’s legs. This time her urging was
more insistent. The barrier now broken, I watched the legs open once more.
I looked over at Bill. Her was staring right into the opening.
Ellen decided to go for it all, risking losing Beth to pure
embarrassment, but knowing that if she was successful, no barriers would be
left. She moved her hand along the inside of Beth’s now spread legs, all
the way to her hair-filled crotch. She ran the index fingers of her hands
along each side of the exposed pussy lips, pressing softly into the pouting
flesh. Beth moaned again. Ellen went for the kill, moving her fingers
into the cuntal crack and slowly parting the labia, obscenely exposing the
still moist (even more moist than before) vaginal entrance and the engorged
clitoral hood.
It was a bold move on Ellen’s part, but the foreplay had left Beth in
a transfixed mood, her modesty long forgotten. Ellen knew she had won, and
planted the victory flag by running two fingers into the pink divide and
easing them right into the naturally lubricated cuntal opening. Beth
gasped out loud as she felt the fingers enter her. Bill and I excitedly
watched the two digits slowly disappear into the splayed portal.

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