"How's it feel to be Lady Cerise'ssecond?"Jessie hadn't heard that it was official. "Who told you that?" Clay Falk," Bridget said, "he's one of my po...er regulars." He's one of my... regulars, too." Wilma giggled. "That man surelydoes have a way about him." She decided to have some fun. "I knowsyou watch the other players' hand during a game. You ever notice what_long_ fingers he's got?"What was she trying? Bridget thought. "I-I suppose I have." Mmmm, not like I have." She leaned back. With a big smile, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then ran back into the house to grab her things. She soon came back carrying a large woven beach bag and a transistor radio her uncle gave her for her birthday. We got in the car and headed out towards the highway. It would be at least a couple of hours till we got to the shore but neither of us was really in a hurry. Getting there would be half the fun.As we hit Route 33, the breeze came blasting in through the open car windows. . She headed into the bedroom and searched what she called her 'junk'box. Lying on top was the mask of Angela she'd used a few weeks ago toavoid the stalker. With some short skirts and low cut tops she knewthat she could physically look like Angela. With the press keepingtheir eyes out for her she could slip away to the Country Club or ahotel and stay there for a few weeks until all this blew over.She wiped the final tears away from her face, picked up the phone andpressed the ring back button on. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Amanda’s and a lot smaller than Katrina’s. Her nipples became hard quickly though. He pinched them and pulled them down. As she was still covering her crotch she was unable to prop herself up on the couch and simply fell forward into the cushion.Marcus pressed his knees to the back of her thighs to keep her from crawling over the armrest to get away from him as he continued to pull on her hard nipples. “Stop it,” she groaned. He released one of her nipples.