The farther into the story she read, the more the dampness between her legs increased, and the more self-conscious about her arousal she became. I sh...uld just go home…ugh, no…too hot. Miranda checked her smartphone…no reception as per usual, and, just her luck, the free Wi-Fi seemed to be down. Oh, fuck it…just keep reading. Who cares, really? Two chapters later, she realized she’d been subconsciously squeezing her thighs together, trying to put pressure on her clitoris. She sighed quietly. The bra suddenly loosened as the clasp gave way, and Diane let the bra hang there for a moment on Cindy's shoulders before her fingertips sought out the underwire of the bra and traced it back to the front. Brushing against the softness of Cindy's breasts, Diane watched Cindy's eyes close and her head roll back. She resisted the impulse to just rush in and satisfy her desire to take this wonderous creature before her. She had done this before, but Cindy was dear to her and this was her first. Tonight before you go to bed I'll clean it up and have a look." The older woman went into the bedroom.Back in her room she applied the ointment. The feel of her velvet smooth lips under her finger felt so tempting. Standing but in a sort of frog legged squat; legs apart, knees flexed as though she was riding an invisible horse, she made several more circuits of her vaginal opening than were necessary to apply the medication. The phone rang jolting her back from the erotic sensation. She picked. Michelle felt awkward and a little silly dancing with her uncle, but shehad to admit to herself that she kinda liked it too. She admitted toherself that this was what she had been missing. Janet treated her likea sister and her mother treated her like a girl when she presentedenfemme but his man treated her like a woman, like a desirable object, hemade her feel more feminine than the two women in his life could simplybecause of his maleness.After starting off stiff and clumsy, Michelle found.