I feel my skin is heated. Sherrie grins, knowingly. Her small, tender grin reminds me of my mother’s she reserves for spilled milk and skinned knees... Sherrie holds a blue plastic gel bag. She squeezes it nimbly; her fingers massage and turn it, finger and probe it as though the bag could enjoy these sensations. Sherrie’s breathing makes her collar bone rise and fall. The door closes behind her. Now my own breathing is reverberated. Sherrie moves to me, places the cooling bag on my clavicle.. This is how most sissy spats are settled at Templeton. "I meanhug it out, hard, or it will rain blows on those heinies."We really hug. "Daisy tell Jezebel that you love hir and that youtreasure hir friendship." Daisy kind of mumbles the words. "I can makeyou hug for the rest of the period and into the next one, say it like youmean it." Daisy repeats it somewhat sincerely. I am giggling so hard Ican barely get past my response. "Okay kiss." Daisy gives me a peck."What was that? I said. "But Margret, what about my job? And how would we handle our familiesand friends? We've met each other's families only a couple of times. Howwould they react?" Sweetie, don't you worry your pretty little ahead about anyone else.I'll take care of my wife; and if anyone gives you any shit, I'll makesure they know what time it is and who winds the clocks around here."I started to giggle, but I could see that Margret wasn't joking. She wasprepared to get in people's faces, draw lines in the sand,. I could feel desire churning between my legs, my pussy was wet and oh so hot. He kissed his way down my belly, seeming not to care that it was a bit rounded and soft. He stopped to kiss and lick the old tattoo on my lower abdomen only a few lovers had seen. I had gotten it after most of them had come and gone. He was the first beside my husband to have seen it in almost 20 years.The tenderest compliment paid, his teeth nipped down my hip bone to the edge of my panties. He tugged at them with.