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Day Four

Spencer woke up earlier than Ashley as always. Okay. She was getting desperate. She needed Ashley to give in. Finally making up her mind and deciding to go through with her plan she blew lightly over Ashley’s face. Trying to wake up the brunette. The blonde pushed the blankets down to her knees lifting her shirt past her stomach. Again nudging the brunette lightly hoping to wake her up. Ashley finally stirred.

“Spencer?” She mumbled sleepily. Her only reply was a low guttural moan. The brunette’s eyes were wide within milliseconds. There lay her beautiful wife one hand resting on the band of her cute green cotton underpants and one hand in her shirt massaging her own breasts. Eyes still closed and quiet obviously dreaming very happy dream. Ashley squeaked this cannot be happening. God cannot possibly hate me this much to have this happen to me. Spencer arched her back moaning as her hands slipped into her under pants and her fingers began working on her pussy.

“mmm oh God Ash.” Ashley froze. No, she cannot be moaning my name. Spencer could feel her wife’s eyes burning into her. Slipping her fingers inside her self, even she was surprised at how wet she was from Ashley’s stare, she gasped out her wife’s name. Acting wasn’t even needed at this point, knowing the brunette was looking down on her, feasting in the sight unraveling before her. She was wet from Ashley’s stare, and imagining it was Ashley’s fingers probing inside her, fucking her. She quickened her pace unable to hold back the moans and the gasps as she brought herself closer to the edge. The blonde could hear the brunette’s erratic breaths now. Ashley looked down at her own nipples protruding form her thin t-shirt. Curling her fingers within herself Spencer came screaming, “ASHLEYYY!!!!” Her back arched into the air as she screamed, she slammed back into the mattress “waking up.” Only to see Ashley staring at her like she was what every man and woman in the world desired. Like a starved man would a feast. She blushed as she hid her “embarrassed” face.