I had to admitseeing myself and Beth together in the mirrored reflection there wasn'tany boy there. The sensation of the dress and slip hanging at mi... thighand brushing my legs with every movement was a nice sensation that wouldalways remain my secret. Beth did a quick spin around and her dress andslips rode higher up her thighs. I had to smile at her impish act andthen mimicked her twirl myself smiling as I did so. Oh the breeze underthe dress and the swish of the soft nylon of the slip. But one of her professors knew someone, who knew someone else who was associated with the firm and she got the internship. It was her big opportunity. However, Tiffany was her competition and she knew girls like her back in high school. They always won. She didn’t know how, but they did.Jenny looked up from her plate. She had been twirling her fork in the spaghetti.“Mom, why did you name me Jenny and not Jennifer?”“It was your grandmother’s name. What’s wrong with Jenny?”“It’s so plain. You. She slipped her fingers under the cover and into the slitin between her legs. Craig was astonished that he could feel his ownfinger in the hole, but also was disappointed that it was dry as a bonein there. Well perhaps this wasn't going to be as fun as he thought. Hedecided that perhaps he would play with her gorgeous tits instead. Hestarted to grab and squeeze his breasts and was surprised to find that hecould feel the touch of his hands on his new nipples. A little electricwave of pleasure. Her panties were still on but these were pulled high into the crack of her arse to make sure her cheeks were fully on display as they grew redder and redder with every stroke.The punishment continued and both Paul and Danny must have delivered about 30 strokes each but there came a point where Julia’s initial howls of protest took a different course, starting firstly with her mumbling semi-coherently and then, as her breathing grew more shallow, moaning in a way suggestive more of pleasure.