They have been in competition for the last couple of years now. It must be a girl thing. They want everything in the world and they know that I am an ...asy touch. They have started to fine-tune their womanly skills already too. Those skills include begging, batting their eyelashes, crying, tantrums, and teasing the hell out of me. The last is by far my most favorite.Just the other day Stacey came into my bedroom knowing that her mother was in the shower. She was just in a skimpy pair of panties. 2 August 08Last night in bed I started thinking about Brett and me at the beach. I started feeling funny "down there", and before I knew it, I was playing with my pussy — there, I wrote it — PUSSY. It felt really good, and after a few minutes this strange feeling came over me, like all my blood was going a hundred miles an hour!The weirdest thing is that when this happened, I couldn't keep thinking about Brett. I was thinking about Roger, my Mom's boyfriend, instead! Am I sick, or what? I can't. ’ He patted my ass. ‘Uninhibited.’ ‘Thanks, sir,’ I said. Whatever sir. He rolled out of bed and headed for the fridge. I picked myself up from the sheets I’d been dumped on and glared at him, I’d been comfortable, dammit. Pulling myself to my feet, I watched him pull out another fruit and bagel breakfast. He arranged the food on the table and sat in his customary chair, then smiled at me, squeezing his cock. ‘Breakfast?’ I climbed to my feet and sauntered over to him as unhurriedly as I. ’ Isabelle felt overwhelmed and let Hilda take her into a large dressing room and help her undress to her underwear. ‘I’ll tell him to take you to Francesca’s.’ said Hilda while she measured Isabelle’s sizes. ‘You need lingerie to fit with your new ensembles. You’ll make him admire you for sure.’ ‘Eh? Who?’ Isabelle said, unsure of what she meant. ‘Jean-Marie.’ Hilda said with a devious smile. ‘The right lingerie will make any man worship you. I still make Franz drool with it.’ It took a moment.