Holding it in place against her breasts she danced around, then let first one, then the other mound slip out of the cups. She tossed the bra aside and...shimmied her upper body, setting her breasts swaying in time to the music. Then she gave another twirl and undid her pants, sliding them to the floor in time with the music. Her panties soon followed, and she was standing before us, naked. She was 5'10" tall, slim but not thin, with wide hips, a thin waist, and a broad back that supported her DDD. So I applied pressure on her back a little. I encircled my fingers around her waist, while I positioned my thumb over her spine. Then with slow pressure over her spine I moved my hands down towards her lower waist. “oooohhhh dammmmm you are so goooddd…”she exclaimed, Its just the beginning ma’am I replied. I was encircling my thumb on her lower waist which gave her relief from little pain and stress. I massaged her waist fat while she was moving her hip up and down feeling the pleasure of it. I. ‘I couldn’t sleep. What are you doing here at three o’clock in the morning?’ Thoughts rushed through her mind as to if he would approve or disapprove of her Wiccan ways. He took a few steps towards her to get closer to the fire, and she momentarily felt like a trapped animal. His baggy, wrinkled sweatshirt didn’t prevent her from being distracted by the images of him shirtless this summer. ‘Listen, Brianna, you don’t have to be afraid to tell me the truth. There is obviously more going on here. Susan had never been in trouble with the law. She kept her difficult home environment out of her school relationships. Her conversations with her friends at school and at the donut shop where she worked 20 hours a week were always general in nature and she never discussed anything that went on at 717 Serendipity Lane behind closed doors.Susan believed in Justice.She believed with all her heart that little Miss skinny-ass bitch Becky Anderson had to pay for ruining her sweater.When it was her.