She told me as she watched me working, she also got excited. Becky giggled some more, telling me she was sort of embarrassed, because she had actually...gotten really wet while she watched me. I was stunned, like a deer in headlights. Before I could say anything, Becky asked me if I wanted another beer. As I said yes, she removed her foot from my crotch and stood up. As she did so, she sort of fell forward some, so I caught her. Asking if she was okay, she told me yes, she is now. Smiling, then. “That was wonderful, Will, you don’t know just how fantastic that felt.My back and neck were feeling rather cramped; the position I was in was not the most comfortable. I knelt up, and then lay next to her on my towel, resting a hand on her breast.Cathy rolled over to face me, and kissed my cheek and lips. “Mmm, that is an interesting taste there,” she said. “I guess that is what I taste like.”“Yes,” I said, “and there was a lot of Cathy Juice then for me to taste. It was lovely.”Cathy sat up,. "Owww! Okay! That's enough! Ouch! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"Rick ignored her pleas. Instead, he started to concentrate onthe lower part of Dana's ass, just above her thighs- an areaRick liked to call "the sweet spot". After landing swatafter swat to that one location for a minute or so, Dana wasready to promise anything if he'd only stop. She was yellingsomething to him, but her pathetic blubbering made thewords incoherent. It didn't really matter to Rick anyway.This little girl had thrown a. But, being young and full of excitement about their newfound hobby they chattered to him about the books, and Curtis Lee told them about the mansion.“Now don’t you go fillin’ the heads of those precious girls with all that nonsense,” drawled Miz Hopkins. “That old place is a-fallin’ down, and all that fiddle about ghosts is just horse pucky!”“Ghosts?!” squealed both girls together.The only way they could get any more information was to take Curtis Lee somewhere else. That presented a problem..