She was pretty in a Laura Ingelis, Little House on the Prairie sort of way. Some times she wore her hair up in those kind of buns, that stuck to the s...de of her head so that she looked more Germanic. But you couldn’t make Laura Ingelis a German, the thought was ridiculous. I could never remember her name. She told me it dozens of times so that I used to listen out to others saying something to her in the hope that they’d say her name. I always just thought of her as Laura or Hippy Girl. I knew. Her nightie rode up to her neck, and my pyjama bottoms had a long open flap. Luckily we also had our lips plastered together, because otherwise the gasp Jen gave as I rubbed her rapidly-stiffening nipple between my thumb and forefinger would probably have been audible upstairs.That sign of readiness made us stop what we were doing and creep upstairs; there was enough light from the streetlamps showing round the landing window curtain that we could switch off the landing light as we tiptoed into. ” She bit Chloe’s lobe.“I don’t want…- Come on, be honest with yourself. We’re alone for the night, so nobody’s gonna know. You’re dying to do it. Say: fuck me.- I said I don’t want to…- Stop lying. I can feel your pussy throbbing in my hand. Your clit already started to swollen, and I’m sure there are juices running down you legs. Just say it. Say: fuck me Lucy, and I’ll do it. I’ll fuck you all night long. I’ll leave you breathless in the morning. Say it. Say it, and finally be honest with. She looked arou8nd for anywhere else that would have been better… But the whole place was a mess.“The trials and joys of having a genius for a husband, he can fix anything, but damn does he leave a mess behind him.”Heading out to leave, Susan tapped her finger over her lower lip, thinking on what to make for dinner now that the crisis was over, but as soon as she reached the threshold of the door, a crash behind her snapped her attention around to find the device she brought in had fallen off.