I want to make it clear to all of you, we are guests here and we will respect our hosts; is that clearly understood?" Message received....Five o'clock...in the morning I heard the rattle of pots and pans, unable to sleep any longer I dressed and went down to the kitchen. Poking my head around the door I saw Trish preparing breakfast."Morning Trish, need any help?"She looked up and snorted "You're not trying to get into my panties too, are you?" Nope, but I am trying to get into your recipe book. His fingers sliding to you know where. Touching me through my underwear. *Youre wet* he said. I was so embarrassed. *Sorry.* He laughed. *Well dont apologise.* He was smiling sweetly/ dark eyes gazing into my soul. Thats how it felt. I thought I was going to burst into schoolgirl tears right there on the bed. All these silly emotions. *I love turning you on Rachel.* Oh my God. The way he said that. I could feel his knuckle moving against the soft flesh of my thigh/ the tip of his finger. And she suddenly reminded me of an incident in my second year of college. I was showering in the gym and a woman, just barely still in her teens with a figure and bust similar to Claire’s, took the shower head next to mine. It was the first time I was struck with the beauty of the naked female form. That girl seemed completely un-selfconscious about her beauty and her nudity. She’d taken her time washing her breasts and cunt, not rushing but not making a show of it, either, chatting easily with. Stevie’s response was quiet but assertive:“No! On both counts, Em.” She smiled and went on: “It actually means a lot to me and I am not sure how I would be if this didn’t happen. Has this ever happened to you?”Emma blushed, again almost invisibly. “No, never. I wasn’t even spanked at home, let alone as an adult.”Stevie nodded and went on: “I was the same. I had never been spanked at home and I had reached twenty-three by the time I had my first spanking.”“Weren’t you scared?” Emma enquired,.