I pushed the button just as he was halfway down onto his seat -- he jumped up, his jaw dropped, he almostshouted, but he recovered his composure and g...inned at me."You rat you." Is there a problem Siggy?" I innocently replied."You know what you did," he said, not really angry, laughing a bit."Of course, that's why I had you insert it before we left, I wantedto have some fun. Aren't you enjoying it? I love it myself -- itjust sits in there buzzing merrily away until I stop it." It does feel. He knew he was breathing fast, was aroused beyond belief, and he wanted this girl, even if it wasn't Julietta. She was too toned, too firm to be the girl he'd chatted with that day. Sahara was like the evil-twin version of Julietta. Well, her erotic alter-ego. His tongue probed as her pussy got closer, longing to make contact with that beautiful moist haven, yet she remained just out of reach. Her hips rocked back and forth in front of him, and he could smell her, sense that she was aroused. It was not that short,just above my knees, or that tight but I looked pretty good in it once Iproperly cinched and padded. My heavy red cable knit turtleneck sweaterfinished the outfit. After I slid into the red flats I brushed out myhair and took a look at myself in the full length mirror on the closetdoor. Not too shabby for an old lady Beth.By now my curling iron was cool so I finished packing up a fewtoiletries and my make up. After the car was loaded I stopped forbreakfast at a local. "Mentally, Sally. Like before, when you were hurting and I came to find you, remember? When we all, all three of us, came to find you."Sally was shivering now, her eyes wide and her mouth making little gasping movements, like she couldn't decide whether to breath or speak and was able to do neither.He waited, patiently, his eyes locked on hers, sending her peaceful thoughts, flooding her with love, willing her to trust him, to believe in him.She shuddered, her whole body shaking, then closed.