She told me that she generally does not talk to other people easily but finds me comforting.I asked her to bring me some cold water. She went to the f...idge. I went behind. She could not find it. We tried looking in all racks. We stood close. My chest was touching her boobs. I asked her why she didn’t have kungumam in her forehead by touching it slid down and slowly caressed her Cheeks. She told me her husband didn’t care to notice or care to demand it(I love this guy ;-) ). I slowly started. I will certainly remember myself in the future.”“Good,” Jennie said, “Are you all recovered from our little outing?”“Oh, yes, ma’am,” Kristen said quickly.“Well,” Jennie continued, “I want to come over and see you now; I want to talk to you about what you said the other night.”“Uh, now, ma’am?” Kristen asked politely.“Yes, now,” Jennie demanded. “I want you to wear a short skirt, heels and a tee shirt. Clear?”“Very,” was Kristen’s answer. “May I ask a question?”“Yes,” she said“What about my. It felt so good, every twist, stroke, tweak pulled on my womb. It felt like a string was connected, nipples to clitoris, every touch urging me on more, every move bringing me closer to joy.My legs parted and then closed urgently almost desperate to feel something between them. The soft skin of my inner thighs, growing moister with more than rain water, longed to feel hard thighs, a face, a hand, something between them. I thought of a lover, a stranger standing outside in the rain, watching me. She's pretty hard to handle and gets lots of other punishments as well, but they say she's kept clear of trouble the last week or two." Yes. Reminds me of Clementine, funnily enough. But that girl is bigger and stronger. She really does have some muscles, doesn't she!" There is a resemblance, I agree. They've got her wielding the pick axe today. The chips fly off a lot, of course and sometimes they cut her and sometimes she gets a speck in her eye and loses time getting it out. We don't allow.