I watched as he slipped a hand under Debbie’s skirt and squeezed her bare ass. Deb didn’t seem to care, as she leaned her head on Matt’s shoulde.... I pulled Sandy in even closer. I leaned down and let out a slow breath on to her neck. “Mmmmmm,” Sandy whispered. “That turns me on.” “That was my goal,” I responded. “You know,” Sandy whispered, pressing her small body against me, “I’ve always thought you were hot.” I slipped my hand to her buttocks and pulled her in until my cock was pressing. Bye.”Ella left the hospice smiling, but with the happy task out of the way, she was eager to return to the dryad’s pool. The drive felt as if it took hours, and she didn’t even bother grabbing her purse from the passenger seat when she arrived at home. She hurried down the trail and found her great-grandmother waiting for her.“Is he awake yet?” Ella asked while pulling up her top.Surprisingly, Xantina said, “Leave your coverings. Yes, he is awake, and he is ready to see you.”“So, he’s coming. “I like to walk, too. I don’t run much now though I did some distance running in high school and early college. I also hunt and fish when there’s time. Actually, I have more time since I finally finished school and don’t work a part-time job in addition to class and study time. It’s nice to just have one time of that type taking my time.”She asked, “Do you go to a church?”“Yes, I’m Methodist. Our church has a Wednesday night supper and Bible study and then services on Sunday. I enjoy both.”She. "She's not dressed like a slut." Jamie commented."Brenda, you should be wearing your slut clothes. You won't feel comfortable until you are. You will feel completely uneasy until you have your whore outfit on." Laura continued.Suddenly I did feel uneasy. I looked down at my clothes and wasn't sure why I was wearing this outfit. I'm a slut. A slut shouldn't be dressed like this. Jeans and a sweater were not my slut clothes."I need to go home and get changed." I began."Why?" asked Jamie"I wanna.