I fantasise as I touch myself with soapy fingers how whether I want to run or stay will make no difference once I am firmly held down; almost like a b...atty unrepentant little girl caught in some act of childish naughtiness..the not knowing prolonging the pleasure and the fear, mixed together, every second seeming interminable, making my heart pound and my breath come faster, until...but then I stop myself, I don’t want to come here in the shower alone right now, I force myself to wait for my. " Pushing my advantage, I stroked gently across the scar, pretending to evaluate it while blatantly fondling her thigh."Interesting. I have a big scar on my right leg also. Here, just below my knee." I pulled up my pants as I offered her my leg. "Comb the hair aside until you can see the two-by-half-inch scar. I didn't get stitches and you can feel how smooth and bald the scar is. I'll fill you in later with what I'm hoping to stick out - if you're very lucky." She harrumphed my comment and. This was followed seconds later by the younger girl's sheer white brassiere, - which was tossed haphazardly on top of the pile of clothes already on the floor. Lola gazed down admiringly at Denise's lushly swaying breasts and began caressing them with knowledgeable fingers."Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhhh! It's sooo nice," the petite brunette moaned, running her hands frantically up and down the naked blonde's back.Once kindled, the flames of lesbianic passion flared higher between them and it was with. I live across the street. What's your name dear?"Half choking, I muttered "Emily", and turned to walk away, which is whenmom came out."Hello Edith," mom said, a taste of impatience in her tone of voice." Hello! I just wanted to meet this young lady, we have so few girlsaround here." Her name is Emily, and she is just visiting today. Thanks for caringEdith, but we have to put our groceries away, so if you'll excuse us..." Oh I am sorry dear, I'll just be going then."We watched as Edith walked.