I wanted to hate her. But I couldn't. My brain kept going around and around in circles, like a dog chasing its tail. And the thought I kept coming bac... to time and time again was that Charlotte was only being Charlotte; to expect her to change would be to alter the very thing that I loved. There was poison in the cure indeed.In the end I decided that it was better for me to let the dream die and let her go back to being who she was, the beautiful, carefree, vivacious and beautiful Charlotte. She was firmly squeezing my arse now through my skirt as our stockinged legs touched, sending ripples of pleasure through me. Her hands began gently raising my skirt until she had lifted it high up above my waist. Exposed to her in all my feminine beauty I looked down as she kissed her way down my blouse and onto my soaking white lace panties. "So pretty Andrea, such lovely girly panties and stockings, ohhh gorgeous."She moaned as her face pressed into my panty gusset. Her hands gripped the. She stood there for a moment and left and kept coming back to check on me. One time she came up and I loked at her, Gloria was her name, and said Do you know I am not wearing a bra or panties. She said, Well, the bra is obvious but the panties not so much. I tunred sideways in the seat and pulled my skirt up and showed her my clean shaved pussy that was soaking wet. See? I said. She licked her lips and smiled and left for a few seconds. She stood close to theedge ofthe table and raised her. " He could hear her swallow. "I...I...I can't..." "You want me to persuade you, Rita?" Rita made a sound. "Okay," Hoffman said. "Push in the cigarette lighter." Rita made another sound. She started to say something, but she didn't. She knew it was no use. Her hand reached for the dashboard and pushed on the knob of the lighter. That hand was trembling. Badly. "Tell me now, Rita," Hoffman said. "Save yourself some pain." Rita was panting..