My fingers continued rubbing and caressing her wet panty clad cunt.She suddenly broke our seemingly never-ending kiss. "Rip them off of me," she pract...cally moaned her voice completely tinged with lust.I grabbed them and began tearing, the thin lace easily tore away from her."I've wanted this probably as long as you have," she murmured before adding, "I just can't believe it's happening like this."We slowly stripped away the rest of our clothes until our bare bodies were touching, pressing. Oh, that's just wonderful. I have a BFF. And my apparent font choice isComic Sans.In pink.I looked at the photo again, trying to figure out how I could be bestfriends with Sarah Strand. She wasn't a bad person, per se. At leastcompared to the rest of the popular clique. Actually, she was the secondfriendliest person in the whole damned bunch. Which basically meant thatshe chose to ignore me, rather than join in on the teasing andtormenting.The thing was, I didn't recall her and Cindy being that. She licked her lips in anticipation as she reached her flat door.The PA pt3 Sunday morning passed quietly not a word was said by Sir Edward at breakfast, nor at the main meal of the day it being Sunday served at 1pm, attended by the four key members of the household, his silence on the subject and his ability to compartmentalise things, somewhat unnerving Maggie. The meal over Sir Edward swept out and they knew they would not see him again until Monday morning at breakfast. The remaining. For a moment, I looked at myself. Bare, large breasts, red hair, and just a skirt and a whim from me being naked. I closed my eyes and imagined what these savages would do to me if I stepped outside without a top for a second...I imagined them pinning me against a dirty brick wall.I imagined them hoisting my legs with an evil leer on their face....The horn blared again, insistently. I faintly heard the yell but didn't hear exactly what he was saying.I snapped out of it, and shook my head. Silly.