I inched my fingers carefully higher, trying not to let out a loud breath as it touched her pussy. My finger was ever so carefully resting along the s...it, my fingertip hovering over her clit.I still had to be careful not to move suddenly of course, or she'd wake up and be one pissed off cookie, and I'd get none for a month. So, I just very subtly flexed my finger so that it moved over her slit with varied soft pressure. I was careful not to touch her clit too much, she's really sensitive there,. I knew Holly was back in the land of the coherent when I heard her say "So, copping a feel when I'm helpless, huh?"I looked at her and smiled, answering "Well, you'd do the same to me if you had the chance, wouldn't you?"She grinned back and replied "Damn right I would!" - causing both of us to chuckle.A few moments later, she found the energy to capture my hand as it passed over one of her breasts and held it there, telling me "I like it when you touch me like that - but I like it when you. Why was she here? What made her do this? Why hadn't she turned right at the exit of the restaurant where she worked to go home, as she always did? Home to feed the fat cat. To sit down and watch the end of a Cheers' rerun she had seen at least three times? Then take a lukewarm shower, run her hands over her lonely body. Find the damp dark bush on her mound, slip in a finger, two.She had turned left. She had walked the three wet streets that separated the restaurant from the posh and very, very. "Not enjoying your time as a girl I take it?" a mature female voiceremarked.Lifting my gaze slightly, I looked over at the speaker who had sat inthe seat that Mildred had left. It was the pretty, dark-haired girlfrom the ticket counter, the one that had greeted me after I'd changed.Her name was ... Anya, I seemed to recall.With the speaker identified, I shook my head. "Not at all." Not at all, huh?" Anya mused. "That's odd, because you and Millie sureseemed to be having a lot of fun sneaking.