She's feelin' poorly. Maybe you can visit with her another day?" Wait a minute, Abner," she chuckled. "Did you just tell the town doctor, of all peopl..., that she can't see Margaret because she's sick?" Abner nodded, abashed. "I think her ill-health is all the more reason I should see her." With a nod and a mumbled apology, he led her into the house and to their bedroom. Ellen noticed along the way that the meticulous Margaret had been abed more than one day -- the house wasn't dirty but things. "The two fourteen-year-old girls stood in the spray of the shower, gently caressing one another for a few minutes.Kim said, "We better finish up before the water turns cold. I know you wouldn't like it."Again the girls laughed and proceeded to shave their legs and crotches. They took care of each other in the areas they couldn't see for themselves. The two dried off and returned to their bedroom."What do you want to do today?" Sally asked.Kim pointed at the light skin that was concealed by her. Her soft purrs and her nails digging into me told me she liked it. She would even jump a little but when I switched to the other. My right hand slid up her thigh. I felt a thing thong, as I brushed the string aside I could feel an intense heat coming from her wet pussy. She was so wet, I slipped right inside her. I turned my hand palm up as I slipped one finger deep inside her. I felt her warm breathe as I kissed up to her neck as my finger slipped inside and I supported her with my left. Her. I’m still getting more and more attractive, isn’t that true Cavendish?” (who had replied “don’t drag me into this”). The two women had jumped on her and tickled her until she screamed for mercy. There was no pretence about her, and none towards her. She wanted to be seen as a sexual being and ready for sex; the others simply said that she wasn’t ready. Mary watched Cavendish as much or more than the other two. She was desperate not to be a simpering woman dependent upon her man, but she was.