Grant's manhood had completely come to attention."Better get ready, Big Boy," Brandy purred.Ignoring her boyfriend, she sat down and pulled up each of...her stockings, making sure that the seam was running straight up the back. She unzipped her shiny, spike-heeled boots and slipped them on, again luxuriating in their encasing feeling. The blonde got up off of the bed and looked at herself in the mirror, letting down her hair. She used to have it short but Grant had a ponytail fetish so she put up. ..You open your eyes to watch as you move the fingertips that have been slowly circling your engorged clitoris to just between your blushed labia. The warmth is strong, the scent heady, the desire overwhelming. Your thoughts turn to the last time you had company there, his heavy, twitching cock nestled between those thick, wet lips, promising to stretch them open and fill you up...You remember that feeling of completion as you delve your fingers inside you, curling them to the angle his. Rae's door was open and she and a boy were going at it. I stuck my head around the corner; it was Tom, I recognized his butt, and he was giving Rae everything she desired.In the outside worl I would, of course, be shocked and stunned. At the Ranch I made myself comfortable in Rae's guest chair to watch. About 30 seconds later my fingers were between my legs, casually rubbing as they did it.Every girl has at least one vibrator, usually two. Rae was no different. But whereas most girls kept them. She narrowed her eyes and could make out the face of a woman with a thatch of wild hair. She stiffened and her fingers clenched into fists. Her mood was foul, and she did not desire it to be tested by one of New York’s unfortunates. She made to back up but it seemed the woman’s eyes were boring into her soul and she felt powerless against allowing her to invade her space and grief. The cart slowed as the woman drew nearer. L. D. swiped at her forehead with the tips of her fingers. Her leg began.