Can I at least wear it here, you know, so I don’t get tan lines.’ I could hear Veronica grumbling angrily. ‘Fine, but don’t let the gardeners ...ee you it that . . . that floss. I’m paying them to work, not stare at my daughter’s naked body. And be careful wearing that thing around Eric, I don’t want him getting the wrong idea.’ ‘Thanks . . . I guess.’ Erica came bounding down the stairs a few moments later as her mother went out of earshot. The little girl was wearing one of the most microscopic. .. the combination of firm and soft and her feeling of control as she pumped him. The feeling of him erupting within her grip. The spasming beneath her fingers. The feeling-The feeling of wetness between her legs; right now, there, in class. Her day dreaming had resulted in her panties growing damp; she was sure there would be a spot on her chair when she got up later. Not much she could do about it now.Her thoughts returned to Brent. This time, she fantasized about their next date. She. I was surprised that she was still fully dressed. I figured she might slip back on that sexy nightie, but was wrong. When she snuggled down beside me I did notice she had put on fresh perfume.We were soon locked back in passion as our mouths met again and again. We kissed all over one another’s necks as she unbuttoned my shirt and I pulled her sweater off over her head. Wasting no time I quickly reached behind her back and unclasped her bra which seemed to melt off of her chest. Gracefully she. "Is that one?? damn hope not" she questions the empty room. Her fingers greasing up her faithful toy, fingers running up and down along the ribbed shaft, tracing over the always swollen head. she hummed softly to herself as she imagined Him reclining in His chair, unlit cigar clenched between His teeth, a glass of white wine, chilled to perfection nestled in His hand. His eyes would watch her every movement... she the prey... He the predator.Seeing Him thus made her body sing with pleasure, His.