Stepping out through the door, I stopped for a moment to recompose myself. Leaning back against the door, I tried to catch my breath. What had just ha...pened? I think he'd been that close to telling me how he really felt. This was crazy. I felt like I was the eighteen year old and Alexei was the adult. He was a man and I was a little girl. I guess it was just about then that I realized that I wanted him. I wanted him to touch me. Touch me down there. I wanted him to kiss me. Not a little boy. "Seriously, though, did either of them give you any indication that they were leaning that way?" NO!" Becky said with frustration. "Christine is acting all friendly but won't say that she won't be my slave, and Jamie just says she can't wait for our date tomorrow." Well, tomorrow is quite soon," I said. "Anything else of interest today?" Yes, sir, in fact there was," she replied. "I had lunch with Jill today." Did she give you the third degree?" I asked."Yup," Becky replied. "She was. She smiled at me. “Turn around.” She washed my back, my butt, my legs. Her hand crept between my legs, nearly touching my balls, the closeness of her hand almost unbearable. She ran her hands around my legs and washed the front. I washed my chest and arms. “Are we all done?” She stood, her body so close to mine. I half turned, looking into her eyes, her hair plastered to her face. She looked incredible. She bit her lip. “Looks like I missed something…” Her hand closed around my erection.. You two have had your fun already." "Well, we want just a little bit more," I said, kissing my little girl. "She's as much mine as she is yours," said Mel, stopping the car. "Why are you stopping? Drive! Take us home," I half whined. "Get out!" she said. "What?" "Get out!" We both got out and circled the car. "What is your problem?" I asked angrily. Allie was still in the car, her head hung low as if ashamed. "You just don't get it do you? I don't like you taking my girlfriend away from me.".