To crave it. To want even more. She was doing it for the money, doing it to make him happy and to keep paying her, but more and more she was doing it ...ecause she enjoyed it. Enjoyed it in a way she had never felt before. Without conscious thought, she felt her fingers circling her clit, and as she became more aware of just how aroused she was, she sighed and rocked her hips in a gentle circle, lazily feeling her own pleasure as she slowly woke.Knock! Knock!The rapping at the door startled her. I hustled Candace into the shower, telling Candy that we couldn't play; I had a big day planned for us. And that of course set off a round of what? and why won't you tell me, and I don't care if it's a surprise, which finally ended with several swats to the ass cheeks and a gesture towards the shower. Point made, game, set, match; for now anyway.I went through Candaces' closet again and found a pretty sun dress for her to wear. It was pale yellow and would highlight her blonde hair I thought;. She returned to the group and a few minutes later I joined them all with re-fills in hand. Nobody suspected a thing.Over the next few days we would secretly flirt with each other verbally when we found ourselves alone for a second. It was a fun game of cat and mouse trying to avoid getting caught by our family members. I would tell her that I just jacked off in the shower thinking about her ass and things like that. I kept reminding her how much I enjoyed looking at her ass and how I wanted to. It was a roller coaster of desires.Her car again. She sat in the passengers seat and dazedly stared forward. Confused she looked around. They were parked in front of her own house, she saw the white lily’s in her front garden shining in the pale moonlight. She looked at the person in the drivers seat. It was Brett.‘What happened?’ she asked.‘You didn’t feel so good sweety,’ he said, ‘You almost past out. You have to take better care of yourself,’ he said patronizing. She liked that. It filled.