Nun gings weiter. Ich zog heute ein Polo-shirt an. Es war recht eng, so dassmein Busen sich gut abzeichnete. Dazu trug ich eine Halskette.Ich hatte in...der Schule das Gef?hl dass viele meine Br?ste innerlichbegutachteten egal welches Geschlecht diejenigen grade hatten.Na ja ich war ja auch nicht anders. Paula war auch heute wieder super sexy.Sie trug diesmal ein karierten kurzen Rock. Sie und Heiko h?tten es bestimmtauch gern gesehen wenn ich mir was noch weiblicheres angezogen h?tte, abersie. Each time she closed her eyes that morning's fortuitous rendezvous with Heather replayed in steamy detail. Fingers, scents, and wet pussies. Lips, tastes, and tongues. Instead of relaxed and sleepy, Trish was hot and bothered, and she now had to deal with it.She reached for her laptop and drafted a message to Dylan, her private club's manager. He'd understand. Even though Trish didn't provide him with much detail, only very specific instructions, he'd make it happen.She re-read her email.They'd. Someone had walked across the grass while it was wet with dew. Christine followed the footprints, and noticed something lying on the ground.When she picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it, she knew who had left the tracks. The directions to her house were written in Lynne’s hand, and standing where she’d found the note, Christine was looking directly into her bedroom window.She could clearly see the bed, and knew anyone standing where she stood could have seen what was happening on that. "I'd love to. Let's finish up and go."She downed the remaining third of her glass and seeing her do that I did as well, chugging the bottom half of mine then setting off with her. As we went to cross the street she grabbed my hand as we ran across avoiding traffic then giggling when we made it to the sidewalk. When she dropped my hand I felt it and wished she hadn't. I was also busy trying to convince myself to push this and see my fantasy through but at the same time I was afraid to scare her.