He may not come up here and has no reason to enter this unused bedroom.”Then she was gone.Within a minute she was back with the diary, lighter and e...e glasses and we stood behind the door, listening. The bedroom was close to the stairs, the walls quite thin, so if you were quiet you could hear the man, who we assumed was Curly Cavenagh, banging about in the kitchen.“He’s filling a kettle with water,” in a low whisper, Mary kept up a running commentary of Cavenagh’s movements and actions. “Now. Sean was sitting on the edge of her bed as she sat on his lap while he rubbed her stomach and slowly slid his hand down under her shorts until I could see his hand rubbing her pussy. Mandy moaned softly as Sean placed his other hand on one of her tits and began squeezing it until she reached down pulling off the sports bra exposing her nice tits with tiny pink nipples. He continued rubbing her pussy as he squeezed and licked her nipple. Suddenly Mandy got up and turned facing Sean pulling him. She had her own ideas and expectations and she never shied away from letting him know when she had an idea or a thought that ran counter to his own. Usually, though, it would be couched in a suggestion or an aside; it was never directly confrontational. She never seemed upset or unhappy when he ignored her advice, either. It was as if mentioning things was her only job; she left the decisions to him.Strangely, it seemed to work – probably because he stopped and considered every word she said.. I did not sleep very well that evening due to being so turned on and the fantastic sensation my bitch gear gave me wearing them to bed.Daddy had told me I was to throw away all my male underwear and replace it with the most feminine sexy botch gear I could afford.I jumped out of bed after finally nodding off at the early alarm and set up my phone to record me slipping my panties around my ankles and squatting over the pint glass I had readied the evening before. I pointed my clit into the glass.