” I opened the diary notebook we had been told to write our confessions into during orientation, and stared down at my girly scrawl. My pussy began ...o throb in instant response to seeing those words and knowing I was going to relive the story again by reading it aloud. The panties in my low-slung jeans were wet and I could feel the material rubbing deliciously against my clit, wishing I could slide one hand down the front of my jeans and masturbate while I told my tale. I guess I was an. By the time I got back, she was wearing a robe, had set the coffee table for dinner, opened another bottle of wine and had a couple of lounging pillows set out on the floor between the couch and the table. Casablanca was on pause on the big screen. “I hope this is okay,” she said with an impish grin, “I thought we’d just stay in and watch a movie. Do you like Casablanca?” “As long as it isn’t the colorized version, then absolutely.” “Good! Let’s eat! Somehow I seem to have worked up quite an. "We'll be back in about an hour. Come on, Bill," she said, going out the door."That was sweet, Tom," Helen said."I didn't do it to be sweet; I want to stay with you."Helen picked up her purse. "I want a cigarette." Should you smoke in church?" I want to smoke, and I don't want to go outside." Okay, let's smoke mine," Tom said, and took two cigarettes and lit them.They smoked silently for a couple of minutes before Helen leaned close to Tom, her face inches from his. "Now I need a drink," she. Her fingers ran over the reddish curls below her waist. Just like her sisters Kira and Tara, she preferred the natural look. Misty had recently purchased a matching light blue bra and panty set. The panties were the thong style, something she had never worn before, but was going to for her date with Eric. Eric arrived for their special date, still shaking inside, and rang the doorbell. Misty’s mom answered the door, and invited him in. Ten minutes later, Misty walked down the stairway in a new.