She took my hand and pulled it straight to her pussy. I started rubbing her pussy through her panties and after a few strokes she said, “you better ...top I’m getting all wet.” We arrived at Houston’s first and got a booth. Soon her two friends arrived waltzing in the door loudly in dramatic fashion with great big smiles and laughing. Jennifer and the girls all squealed laughing and talking loud, hugged and did the fashionable “not quite touching” kiss on the cheek thing. She introduced me to. I would also wear her big full-cut knickers and doreen bra, and complete this with a lace slip and a pair of strappy heels or mule slippers that I could fit into then. I used to get so turned on that I would come in my tights without even touching myself, and I would stay hard all day in them. This little habit continued until I finally left home in my early-20s! I remember one morning I was in my usual favourite position - gyrating my hips in my best girly way in front of the long mirror. I. “Well, that’s over,” she told herself thought as she whipped her ass clean, flushed the toilet, returned the kit into the sink, and drained it in water to clean.She pushed aside the shower curtain and reveled in the wall of steam it released. She adjusted the water a bit colder and stepped into the shower. The chain around her neck pulled at her, reminding her of its existence.The hot shower finally warmed her up; she loved it. But her itch increased where the warm water flowed along her labia. ?Whose car’s in the driveway?... Anybody here!? Tapping on his sister’s door while turning the locked knob back and forth, he holds back another chuckle to himself as he hears her frustration while she almost angrily answers. He’s done what he’s intended to do. ?Yeh? Yeh Bubby? We’re in here? In here watch? Watching TV? Be right out, okay?? ?Yeh? Okay.? He answers, adding a little lie as he presses his ear against the door. ?I think mom’s car just turned up the street.