............................Thursday Lord Him had the sniffles. I hoped I hadn't made him sick withall our water play.We had to tone down our physical...fun, which disappointed Lady Her, butwe still had a good time.I sneaked some supper, reheated leftovers, out of the fridge before Zoecould confront me. Matt came and went but didn't make any trouble. Ihad some hot water with lemon juice, which mom used to give us in orderto prevent a cold. I had an uneasy feeling that I might be catchingLord. No one knew that secretly she had a finger up between her twat lips. Even as her mother and father spoke to her she'd been fiddling with her clitoris. "I don't care what they say," she mumbled to herself, "I happen to like playing with my meaty little clit button and I'm going to continue to do so until I find a man who can do better. I feel that strongly about it." And she continued to swab at her clit with her index finger. "Oh, God," she moaned, "it feels so nice." She reached out over the. Sometimes, I don't know how to feel about it but every time it happens I like it more and more. God, I get off just thinking about it, is that bad?" "No," I replied automatically, thinking about the complete dirtiness of the moment and how turned on it made me. "I mean, it's only natural." We basked for a moment in our shared secret before she looked at me quizzically. "But you're okay though? I mean it didn't, you know, hurt?" "No," I replied, "it was... well it was nice." I blushed. She. At that point, unsubtly and quickly, she'd peeled off her shorts, had climbed up above him, and had impaled herself. Then, with cool professionalism, she'd worked on him. Tricks of the trade. Style and substance, knowledge and variety. Best efforts, in short. She was still doing so. And he was still talking. Yap yap yap. Yadda-yadda-yadda."Bet you know all about guys like me", he was saying. "Bet you've got me pegged, as you Americans say." His hands were working on her breasts, the fingers.