“Where do you think you’re going?” You say to me with that glint in your eye, you drag me back down beside you and I’m pleased. You lay me o... my back and instinctively I spread my legs for you. Kneeling between my open legs you look closely at my pussy, I feel scrutinised and I like it though I shift nervously trying to distract myself from my embarrassment. Your fingers are on my pussy now, gently parting my lips to reveal the pool of juices within, it’s an inviting sight and your fingers. "But I can't see anyone else there. I think he's alone."Melinda frowned. "Then what--?" Melinda, I really didn't want to go off on that. The point is, I feel there's one more vision waiting that will tell me what's really happening. I'm not going to get that if I don't get enough power. We have to use Diane to do it."Melinda stared. "I can't believe you just said that!" You don't like it?" Of course I don't like it! What kind of stupid question is that?" Even if you think we'll have to do it?". "And yet you never thought to dig up the grave and check? Some Sargentat Arms you are," Cassie said sarcastically."Anyway there are a thousand reasons why you can't be a patch-holder,"Brin snapped."Name one!" Cassie challenged him."You're a chick; well you certainly look like one anyway," he snappedback at her."Nothing in the by-laws or the mother club constitution says a womancan't join. Besides technically I'm not a chick," Cassie grinned.Every set of eyes in the clubhouse zeroed in on her. Within those clothes she was packing plenty of curves with big round hips, a narrow waist and nicely rounded b-cup titties. Her long mane of black hair was pinned severely back from her face in a pony tail. Her face showed an unblemished and bronzed tan, but her model looks were belied by the spectacles she wore to read the computer screen. As he approached her she looked up with sparkling green eyes. Her broad full lips parted as she asked, ‘May I help you?’ ‘Yes, I was wondering… how’s the.