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Emma had quickly added another finger and was now quickly pounding into her pussy with a lightning speed as she brought her other hand down to play with her clit. Still kneeling and still staring at the wall she pictured Regina in her mind, an image of the Evil Queen outfit flashed before her mind and she felt a rush of fresh liquid at the thought and blushed. She focussed on Regina, in her crisp white shirts, her tailored dresses and suits. She had no idea what they were doing but she knew she liked it and she knew she wanted to find out where it would lead. The book she had been reading in an attempt to distract herself had been sliding closer and closer to the edge of the bed as she rode her fingers and it dropped to the floor with a small bump and Emma paused her movements and tried to keep her heavy panting to a minimum as she remained still in the hope it hadn’t woken anyone.

Regina heard a noise and paused, which was hard work considering how desperately she wanted to come and how far away from completion she knew she was. This was supposed to be quick but somehow she was so turned on she struggled to get to the plateau that she desired. No other sounds were forthcoming and she couldn’t wait any longer, she closed her eyes again and dipped her fingers lower into her folds for coat them in her wetness. Bringing them up higher again she returned to her rhythm on her clit and with the other hand pulled her nightdress strap down and released her breast and roughly massaged it.

Emma couldn’t hear anything so she continued her movements, quickly getting back into a rhythm with both hands and focusing on what she imagined Regina’s breasts to look like. She felt like an utter pervert for cataloguing every piece of information she had on the mounds and attempting to conjure up an image but it was working, she could feel she was getting closer to orgasm.

Regina could feel the stirrings of orgasm within her and tipped her head to the side and tightly scrunched up her eyes in order to focus on the intense feelings. Her fingers were moving so fast they occasionally slipped from her sensitive nub but she was so lost in the sensations she quickly corrected herself and continued. She could feel the tingling feeling building and then, quite by surprise, she was coming and thrashing about on the bed. She attempted to steady her movements but it was difficult as she hadn’t been expecting an orgasm of that intensity. She swallowed hard and attempted to get her breathing back to a normal pattern.

Emma leaned forward as she felt the muscle contract and her orgasm build, she knew she was going to make a noise so she smothered her face in the pillow in front of her and moaned softly into it as she rode out the orgasm which seemed to go on for a lot longer that she was used to. She released her fingers and fell into bed in exhaustion and giggled lightly to herself before she drifted into a deep sleep.

Chapter 80

Emma startled awake and quickly pulled her hand away from between her thighs and sighed as she realised she had been touching herself in her sleep, something she hadn’t done for years. She quickly sat up in bed and cleaned her hand off with a tissue and muttered to herself, “get yourself together.”

She sighed and stretched out her body and winced at the tightness in her right leg and decided that she really needed to do her exercises or there was a chance she’d freeze up entirely. She walked over to her chest of drawers and pulled out some tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt that would be loose enough for her to exercise in.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed it was just after six in the morning so decided to stay in her room and complete her exercises before heading downstairs to have an early breakfast. With another sigh she pulled an exercise mat out of her closet and began doing the stretches and exercises that she was supposed to be doing twice a day.

After twenty minutes she thought she heard something in the house and paused mid-stretch and looked towards the door. She listened intently and then she heard the tell-tale sound of Grace waking up so she got up and bolted to the door, determined to get there before Grace managed to wake Regina.

She quickly entered the nursery and switched off the baby monitor so the sound of Grace starting to cry didn’t filter through the device and picked Grace up.

“There, there,” she soothed the little girl who cuddled into Emma sleepily.

She heard a bedroom door open and turned at the very moment that Regina entered the nursery and came to a skidding halt when she saw Emma.

“Oh,” Regina said as she tried to catch up with events, “I.. wanted to.. before she woke you..”

“Same idea,” Emma said as she looked at Regina’s silky nightdress and the absence of the usual robe that Regina wore.