She was also thinking that maybe she had made a mistake by agreeing to have the two older siblings (well Stacy) tag along on her and Tommy’s second ...ate.Emily, looked over to Stacy, now stifling her own grin, and adds her own rejoinder. “Oh look who’s talking! ... When all that was going on, I remember looking over to you and I noticed your hand was stuffed down your panties and your fingers were doing god knows what!”“Hey!” Stacy shouts out, taken aback by the surprise attack on her right. She. I reach behind and undo my bra, my breasts feeling tender and sensitive as my nipples harden at the sudden cool air caressing them. I massage them slowly, teasing my nipples with my fingers. Smiling, I walk towards the bathroom. There's something so sensual about walking through my house in nothing but my panties. I feel relaxed as I start running hot water into the sink, letting it fill to the brim with steaming water. Gently, I use a cloth to wash my face. It's deliciously hot, and I think of. "You promised me you wouldn't steal anymore of this stuff."Sam half wrapped her hand around the bottle and half around Carly's hand that's still holding it from the other side, and gently pushed it back towards her."I didn't steal it. Somebody owed me a favour," Sam declared, reaching back for her own bottle and roughly uncapping it like a pro.Carly began to toy with the cap of her drink as Sam takes the first few gulps of hers, contemplating whether to participate in the delinquency she had. Now, you wonder, how did I get all this good information? The ratio of single women to single men in communities such as Black Water was very off-balanced. As soon as an unattached man moved in the vultures descended. I am being a little mean. These women are not vultures by any standard, just lonely widows hoping for a little attention. Metaphorically, circling doves would not work as a descriptive term. I was lucky enough to have a lovely female companion at every meal. It was not hard at all.