I can see the outline of your swollen pussy lips, tight against the damp material. ‘Touch me please,’ you murmur softly, in my ear. There is urgen...y in your voice, you want release. I run my hands up the inside of your thighs. As I run one finger along the length of pussy through the sodden cloth. I kneel down, and with my hands slowly push your legs apart. You brace your against the wall, locking your legs. Your hands clasp your breasts, as you twist your nipples slowly between your fingers. I. There was a brief heads together discussion and Ellen sat back down at the piano, launching into the introduction to ‘Cry me a river.’ I’d only ever heard the Julie London version of the old classic, but Julie March sang it as if it was her own. Ellen was right, Julie’s voice was true and pure and she wrung every nuance out of the lyrics. The applause from the audience was genuine, and again after a duet with Ellen and another solo number, before she took a bow and made her way over to sit with. When he was done he asked me to feel free to stay since it was now morning and “I know how you blood-sucking sex-vampires are in the sun-light.” I accepted after getting my Rebeca-bag and my street clothes from my car. I stayed en-femme until mid-day on Sunday. On Saturday night we went to a sex-store & arcade. He bought movies and some really big and expensive toys. He encouraged me to flirt with the other patrons and then took me into the arcade so he could watch suck off and get fucked by. “Then do it for us”“WHAT! NO!”“Do it!” Brook demanded, crossing her arms, “Or I’ll tell my grandpa that you do!”“What!” Lisa said, “Brook we are trying to help-”“I’m sorry guys,” Brook continued “But I want to see what masturbating is and I want to know why it’s bad”“So you’ll threaten me with the police?”“Yep”“Well....I guess...no!”“Please, Will?” Anna said, now rubbing up against his right arm. “Ya, please?” Lisa chimed in, rubbing up against Will’s back and wrapping her arms around his.