Several minutes later I felt her hand brush against my crotch again. I started to think she might be doing it on purpose now. Several more minutes aft...r that, she put her arms in the air to stretch and when she let her arm fall back down, her hand 'coincidentally' landed on my crotch again, but this time she didn't remove it. I glared at her. She seemed like she was just watching tv, but then I felt her hand pressing down on my crotch and somehow my limp cock started to stiffen as I realized. Fiona's head peaked in and stopped."Blast." Fiona stated as she stared into, well, herself. Peter smirkedas she approached herself."Heylo, I'm Fiona Adams, pleased to meet you, I mean, pleased to meetme!" Peter's flawless impersonation of Miss Adams stunned the lass for afull minute, then a smile crossed her face."I think a trick deserves a trick, don't you?" Fiona asked herself, shenodded in agreement.The clothed Fiona began to strip out of her floral print sundress,turning to face her new. She was looking at him in horror, tears streaming down her face."WHY?" she screamed at him, sobbing even harder. "Why do you hate me? What did I do wrong? Why did you leave me?" her screams tapered off to a horse groan and she fell to the floor, sobs wrenching her small frame.James was horrified. He hurried to her, throwing himself on the floor and gathering her in his arms. He didn't speak, couldn't speak, his own sobs stealing his breath. They stayed like that until the sobs finally died, too. I could feel the warmth of her cunt through her shorts as she pressed against my cock. I reached down to open her shorts, and pulled the zipper down the half inch of its length. She smiled, stood up, wiggled them down over her hips, pushed them down her thighs to the floor. She stood in front of me for just a moment, flat stomach, narrow waist, sexy hips, and I thought how fucking cool it was that in a minute I could be inside her, the head of my cock way up inside her. She straddled my hips.