Picking up her bra I held it to my chest. Looking in the mirror something stirred inside me. Giggling I put it down and took my shower. Going to bed I...couldn't stop thinking about Megan's under clothes. Peaking out the door, I seen her and Mrs Scott were in her room. I turned on the lamp and went through the dresser drawers. One drawer had pants folded up in it, another had shirts. Socks and tights were in the third one. Opening the fourth drawer I was suprised at all the different types of. But she hadn’t realized he wanted her as well. At least, not as obviously as she realized it now. Granted, she’d had men want her before. She might be considered naïve by some standards, but she wasn’t completely innocent. But Jack wasn’t just another guy. Their lips met for a brief moment, his tongue slipping between his lips to be met hesitantly by hers. They tasted each other for the shortest second, if it had even been that long. But in that half-second, she felt the heat pool between her. Now that he felt he was hard enough and that Zoe would learn a valuable lesson about abusing friends, he got back to his prize. As he expected her sphincter had closed up a little more and the bottle was a little harder to see. He pulled her down onto the floor and flipped her onto her back. He marveled at her tight little body, although inwardly acknowledged it came with those used up loose fuck holes. Bending her legs back he tried to replicate what Zoe had done but couldn't quite get her. Well, Ritchie was sorta chubby, but you get the picture. They smiled and giggled like nervous little girls, glancing at each other just to make sure they weren't alone, but mostly keeping their eyes glued on the hottest girl in the universe."Hi Candi ... Hey Candi ... What's up, Candi?" they all said at once.She smiled back, sparing each of them just a fraction of her attention, because Candi never completely ignored anyone. She gave them a wave, a flitter of her eyes and a flutter of her.