"That was supposed to be a moan," said Bob, winking."But," she started over again. His fingers moved suddenly and his fingertips found her nipples and...just held them, applying enough pressure that they tingled. "You can ... see ... my..." He squeezed the nipples and pulled gently. "Titties," she moaned.Bob stuck his mouth right next to the mike. He had memorized his lines."I have to do this, Megan," he huffed into the mike.Layla let out a little "eep," as he suddenly bent and fastened his lips. But then she flashed me that gorgeous, nervous-looking smile again, and began to slip the straps of her dress off. She did it so slowly, as if she knew it was torturing me and exciting me in equal measures. She pulled her dress down, revealing a white, lace bra. She stopped for a moment to tease me further. I was so turned on, I could feel my nipples were so hard, she noticed too, making it obvious she was looking, then smiling some more straight at me. I felt myself turning red, I was burning. That Clara sat on Peter's stool two periods before had been too good a coincidence to let pass. It seemed like harmless fun, but now Clara saw the cruelty in it. Okay, maybe not cruelty. It wasn't torturing an animal, after all. Still, she could see now that it was a bit callous. Yeah, he'd undoubtedly gotten some benefit from it, had enjoyed the attention and mystery, had perhaps relished the possibilities and fantasies the interaction might stir. But, all that aside, Clara knew that if she. She brought BethAnn to our bed that Saturday night so she could have sex with both of us, that tells you a bit about Lucie.Then, Sunday was yet another orgy with the girls but, also, the girls had loosened up even more by then and were having plenty of fun together, including, I noted, my sister.About three, Nadia and I got dressed and I bid farewell to her friends and we went home.Mom was there and we each said we'd had nice times but Mom looked especially happy so maybe she had herself some.