And then she started caressing herself while she imagined all those sweet games that they would try later. First she used her right hand to slowly cir...le between her warm thighs, then she took one of her nipples, by now erect, between two fingers of the other hand and started kneading it.That brought her so much joy that her hand between her legs moved faster, no longer just circling. Faster and faster her palm drove up and down. Lustfully she closed her eyes; the show on the screen had lost. “That was the price of eight admissions,” I chuckled.“Seriously?” Sophia laughed.“I would have done it anyway, but when I asked if everyone could come along instead of just two more, she made it a condition.”“You’re lucky that’s the ONLY condition she made,” Clarissa laughed.“Oh, what you’re implying was her FIRST condition,” I chuckled.It had been, and I’d told her that her mom had dibs, which had sent her nearly through the ceiling of the music room. I could only imagine the conversation that. She hated the pink walls and cramped space, it made her grimace and cringe. She had just got home when she noticed a note on the kitchen table. "check the attic" Abbie rolled her eyes and hurried upstairs. She threw the attic door open and wandered inside. She noticed that all her furniture had been moved up here, as well as her other stuff. She chuckled. "wow, they actually did it" she muttered, smiling. It was like a one-room flat. There was a small kitchen area with a sink, fridge,. He's already begun to molest her. He has more in mind than a pleasant ride in the country.Mr. Kent didn't move his hand the rest of the way up my daughter's thigh. Instead he slid it down slowly to her knee and then back up to the same place in a gentle caress that no thirteen year old girl should ever experience. I saw Heather's breathing rate change. Her small but well formed breasts began rising and falling rapidly.It was obvious that despite the way she felt about Mr. Kent she was enjoying.