"Yes," she told her mother, "I'd really like to see her, and meet her husband."Dolores O'Shaughnessy as she had been before her wedding, was Cassie's ...ldest and closest friend. They had first met when they were both five years old, and had been close ever since.They had shared all their ideas and hopes and desires, as well as the less reputable things they'd done. They had no secrets from each other. It was when she was a teenager that Dolores wanted to be called Dollar from then on.So Saturday. " "I'd actually be perfectly fine with that." She laughed before subtly changing topics and asking, "How was your day in Court?" I smiled at her question; partially because I didn't expect her to remember our conversation. Despite the very good impression she made, I still expected her to act very stuck-up and elitist. But aside from her Burberry coat which I could only assume was as overpriced as anything bearing the word "Burberry", she still exuded a very down-to-Earth vibe. "Well, my client. Your sun-dress is shamefully short, and more than once when bending over the white globes of your perfect ass came briefly into view. Now walking along the trail a breeze surreptitiously lifts your hemline; sometimes people see, sometimes no one is around. Sometimes you find it harder to keep walking in front up the stairs with my fingers in you. I can tell you are enjoying your expose; your wetness covers your inner thighs. The nipple clamps only add to the slow burning that envelopes you,. Her boobs were pressing my arms. I was getting erect but controlled myself. Even aunt started to complement me saying that I was good in drawings and been teaching kids how to draw. She immediately said even she wanted to learn the basics and took me inside her room. She put all her science books on the table and made me sit showing my back to the door and she sat just next to me and lean on my arm pressing her boobs again.At first she was asking questions about the drawings. Then she started.