Most of this story takes place in that short gap between the two series, but if the story conflicts in some details with the wedding episode, please f...rgive me.Let's all sing! (Or you can just whistle, if you like.)Well, now take down your fishin' pole And meet me at the fishin' hole. We may not get a bite all day, But don't you rush away!What a great place to rest your bones, And mighty fine for skippin' stones. You'll feel fresh as a lemonade, A settin' in the shade.Whether it's hot, Whether. I’m not a slut, but she is.”Talia could feel the sharp tickle of Sara’s fingernails as the young woman trailed a line down towards her slowly rocking hips.“Look at her. She’s laying there begging for more.”Talia groaned, unable to deny the denigrating words, unable to stop herself from wanting more. She was Niki now, and Niki just wanted to cum. And fuck. But mostly cum right now.She felt Sara’s long nail drawing a firmer line directly towards her throbbing clit, and when the nail scraped her. She runs her hands through her hair, allowing them to slide down her neck to land on her breasts, she fondles them for a second before her fingers slowly undo the buttons on Alex’s pale blue shirt. First button, second button, third button, by now Alex can see the black dress peeping out from under the shirt Abla’s wearing. His anticipation escalates as she deliberately eases off the shirt while her hips swing and sway sensually to the music. Just before the shirt completely falls off her. For some reason I found this arousing. I flatly responded with, "Come and get it." I heard some situating and jingling of keys. A red crocheted messenger bag slid under the stall to my feet from the right. Two sets of fingertips painted with bright red gripped the bottom of the stall. Then followed a cute freckle face surrounded by sun kissed blonde hair and in the middle of it all were small olive green eyes. I then came to realize this was the girl from the lobby. Kaylee Brooks.I wasn't even.