They'd never been friends back in school -- the blonde was at the center of popularity and Lily was at the center of nothing -- so at most she'd expec...ed a quiet acknowledgement from the ex-cheerleader."I told you it was her," Adele said, turning to the other blonde who Lily hadn't noticed until after the hug. "You look amazing!"Lily was half hoping that women like Adele would have let themselves go, carrying around the extra pounds of a couple kids and a fat ring that gave them the excuse not. I opened the screen door and went inside. The inside of the place was sparsely decorated with a hodgepodge assortment of second-hand store furniture and accessories. I could tell that very few things in her small trailer were for ornamentation alone–most everything had a purpose. There simply wasn’t room in her small trailer or her life for fancy frills.“Did you have any trouble finding my place?” she asked.“No, no problem,” I said.“That’s good. Well, give me a minute and I will be ready,” she. His breath caresses my ear and I can feel myself getting hot for him. He lightly kisses down my neck as his hand slides from my hip to the inside of my thigh, my checkered skirt a flimsy covering as his fingers slip slowly up my thigh. I shiver with excitement as he runs his hand up to the top of my panties before hooking them with his fingers and pulling them off my body. He smirks as he notices the liquid shimmering down my thigh. I gasp as he slowly strokes the opening of my pussy, his. But now…!If Morey had hoped to improve Susan’s attention to her share of the chores by this method he had made a serious miscalculation: Before, she had let things slide through carelessness. Now she was doing it on purpose.The change didn’t happen all at once, of course. They never discussed what had happened, and after the kitchen-floor incident Susan had actually done a lot better, at first. But she often found herself daydreaming about what he’d done to her that day; what he’d made her do..