"And put that darned dress in the hamper!" her mother called after her.Reluctantly, but obediently-to save herself from having any further words with ...er mom-Pam stripped off her favorite dress and dropped it into the laundry hamper to be washed.Stark naked, she leaned over the tub and turned on the shower. As it warmed up, she gazed at herself in the big mirror over the sink and warmed herself up by petting her pussy.She arched her back and watched her slim fingers dance up and down her pink. ” Which I then proved by opening the boxes and finding one of each of the usual breakfast/lunch combos... “You can have first pick of either the scrambled eggs or the oatmeal.”“You hunted and gathered, I insist you pick first.”“But you are my honored guest, so I insist it is your choice.” There was no way I was going to pick before her.“Fine, I’ll pick the oatmeal, but we can share the food between us”“Well, they don’t encourage sharing food as you know because...” Diane moved quickly up to me,. . . . .Waking sometime later to the feel of a warm rain was intoxicating. Feeling the drops hitting our naked flesh and running over us just got us kissing all over again and wanting each other even more. After a bit more cuddling and kissing, we decided that we should probably start heading back before it got too dark to find our way.We reluctantly picked up our belongings, and not bothering to get dressed, jumped in the boat. The light rain continued as we paddled nonchalantly across the lake. His eyes flashed, “Humor me.”I sank my teeth into my tongue. Normally, people had enough tact to just gawk at me. They almost never asked.“...An accident,” I hissed.He nodded, drawing his jaw to one side.“I should hope so,” for just a second, his icy veneer seemed to crack, “The alternative, Miss Foster. It’s unthinkable.”I felt goose-pimples prickling along my forearms, and my hands, again, began to shake. What the hell does he want from you, Penny? My skin was scalding. I couldn’t even wonder.