Sliding my hand down her side I found the bow on her panties and pulled on it, smoothly it undone and I flicked it back, leaving her pussy exposed and...very open for fun. Jayne lifted herself up and I pulled on the other bow under her, it slipped undone and the wet panties were in my hand.Sliding her leg over mine she guided my hand, free of her panties, to her wet pussy where 2 fingers slid up her. We kissed long and deep, her tongue and lips pushing me back onto the headboard, my cock being. "I'm still in the suit," quickly hesearched for the seams with his hands.It took a moment but he finally got out of the suit. At once henoticed that something was very wrong. He had lost significant musclemass, not that he had much of it before but nothing like this. Helooked down at his hands, they were smaller than before but somethingelse immediately caught his attention. "Are those pubescencebreasts?" He was not a biology-major but it didn't take one to knowwhat they were. He looked further. It's entirely selfish. I'd do it because I don't want to miss you on Saturday mornings. It's..." ... our special time," Rhonda laughed as she completed the sentence. "I'm cold. Could we spend our special time this morning with you warming me up in bed?" I gulped. When Rhonda said something like that, she really meant cuddling her under the covers until she got warm. She didn't mean anything else. I didn't care. I agreed right away. Once in my room, she slipped out of her sweatshirt and jeans. In the dim light of the flash she fiddled with radio, and found it dead. She slipped off the back, and in the dim view of the penlight, she realized that it took the smaller ‘AA’ batteries, just like the light. Her heart began to pound and a choice presented itself, to have either light, or information. The calming voice of a newscast, and possibly music for comfort was a strong foe to have against the darkness. Stronger, in her mind, than the rapidly fading penlight. She clicked the light off,.