Trisha agreed to set our hair and do our make-up after we had shopped for a formal gown and shoes. She told us that Sherri was a good seamstress who w...uld make alterations to our gowns if needed. We quickly changed into casual outfits for shopping and then headed for the Goodwill store. Trisha had told us that they had a large collection of pre-owned formal gowns, bridesmaids and prom dresses. She was right, we found four large rows of hanging dresses in all different colors and sizes. I. She too was quickly overpowered before she could reload.They rounded everyone in the house up into the large living area. The group consisted of the three women and several sullen faced children."We are here because your men folk were engaged in slavery." Tom told them. "We have killed them because they tried to kill us. That, according to your laws and customs means that everything they owned now belongs to us. It means that this farm and everything in it, including yourselves, belong to us.. What never came up was the idea of kissing her.Kissing was something you did with someone you cared for, an intimate act that made everything else buzz with more excitement. It made roses redder, love songs sweeter, and sex hotter. I didn't expect to kiss Dumont, but there I was.More than that, she was really good at it.Her lips were soft, and ate at my lips as if they had their own lips. When her tongue snuck into my mouth, it cuddled up with mine, like we were long lost lovers having found. For a full minute she turned to stone, unable to move as her date shockingly fondled her bare skin with growing boldness. Aroused from her momentary paralysis, she fled the theatre, freaked out by her physical response. From that moment, she shied away from boys for fear of sexual contact. And anyway, she liked being thought of as untouchable. She was a good girl.At college she'd grown up somewhat. She allowed herself to discover the mind-boggling pleasures her fingers could give her, even.