Weboth hd fantasies about how it'd be and laughed over how we both hadfantasies that we could enact for our enjoyment. I wanted a place likemy parents...with a swimming pool and gym as well as a backyard big enoughto play sports in and grill, along with a dock with a boat for waterskiing.Their house had a full screened in porch where Daddy would grill on theSaturdays that we didn't go swimming. It was equipped with a grill, andkitchenette so we did not have to trek stuff from the kitchen. There. So I sat there, book forgotten, staring into my lap, feeling his hand slip ever higher on my thigh. My panties were no longer just damp. I could feel the moisture weep from my now inflamed pussy, wicking into the silken fabric. Agonizing minutes later, I felt the tips of his fingers graze over my soaked panties. A slight moan escaped my lips. My eyes met his again and wordlessly they told me "Shhh!" With his free hand, he draped his coat over our laps as his fingers danced over the front panel. "But your statement still has no point." Sure it does," Allie said. "The guy at the bar saw a hot, young blonde girl and he thought 'bubble head.' He didn't realize he was batting out of his league but he was. Then to save face, he got angry. He is used to dealing with the typical club-goer. Rachelle, you're from around here, you know what I mean."Rachelle nodded."Well, the guy was nice looking enough," Sarah said. "He was clean. If he hadn't been a prick, I would have danced with him at least. You both read the letter to our waiter, Sam, with his eyes closed. He could not tell which one of you was the girl." What else did you do to us?" chimes in Stacey, "Am I going to be your sex slave tonight?" "Now why didn't you suggest that before I put you under? No, but I will say curiosity did get the better of me, and I asked you how you both felt about each other. You both admitted to being in love. I am surprised the either of you didn't confess up to it before now. But each of you.