I saw hersmile when she glanced at all the hooks in the ceiling. She gave me oneof "those" looks. We walked a little more and it was then that I heard...he intoxicating sound of our shoes: her slats and my heels clickingalong the tiled floor.We went upstairs and she took her time walking around the bedroom. Shelet her hand lightly trace the perimeter of the bed. Her eyes started,but did not linger, at many of the items on the bureau."May I use the use the bathroom my submissive one," her soft. Her breasts weredelicate and perfectly-formed. She was proud of the "girls". Andcouldn't wait to show them off to some lucky boy. She looked closely ather below-the-waist girl parts. They were only lightly covered, thoughshe had never trimmed. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Robbi grabbed a towel to coverherself. "Robbi? Can we talk?" It was Jen. Jen was cool, Robbi thought. Theywere about the same age (odd, since they weren't twins, but Robbi wasnever any good at math), and. " What do you mean?" asked Brit, blushing."He probably took one look at your body and decided he just had to get into your pants." You're gross!" Brit exclaimed, but with a laugh. She obviously knew Crystal was just teasing."Okay, so you don't fantasize about Jeff. Who do you fantasize about when you play with yourself?" Who do you fantasize about?" Brit countered."Jeff," Crystal replied."Oh yeah. Good point." But you have been playing with yourself, haven't you?" Um..." said Brit, growing red. “Yes,” she said seductively. “I just love big hunk of meat in my mouth.” She smiled at him and then looked directly at his crotch.Our server, Will, by his name tag, dropped a plate when she said that. It fell against a glass, spilling her whiskey sour over the table and onto her lap.“Look what you did,” she laughed to him. She brought the tip of her index finger up to her lips and kissed it, slowly sucking on it and then traced it down her chin. “You’ve gotten me all wet.”“I’ll, ah, I’ll get.