Sandra wasn't sure when Dafne'sother hand had disappeared below the table, and was willing to bet itwas a kind of magic, but that hand was now very ge...tly grasping Sandra'serection. Dafne leaned in and whispered sexily into Sandra's ear. "OhI'm very happy to remind you whenever you need, but," Dafne firmlysqueezed. "it seems like at least part of you really understands howenjoyable a bit of hard work can be."Sandra giggled at the terrible and sexy dad joke and then turned thatgiggle turned into. Froman describedit in English class as Independence. But what is it? How do we defineit? Is it the usual dictionary definition, or is it more than that? Isit the freedom to do whatever we want? Probably not. There are laws tolive by that restrict certain activities for a good reason, likerobbery or arson.But in general, if you follow the laws and maintain a reasonablemanner, then yes, you have what could be called independence. But isit enough? This is about independence, how we can get it, use. He had been doing that the whole trip and once I started thinking about it, the more odd it was for him to do that. At least that was until I looked back and saw Montana also staring at the mirror. That mirror that Ean so inconspicuously adjusted before leaving their driveway. Was he putting a current face to that voice he talked so much too before?I marched first, leading the two others into my room. The first thing I saw was my panties on my bed. Those little girl panties that were filled. If I could, I would spend all night and all day with you, and I would be so happy. I would be happy to kiss you on the lips and to put my tongue into your mouth. I would be happy to feel your hands slide inside the back of my jeans. I would be very happy that you wanted to touch me. I would wish for you to please slide them farther in and under my underpants so I could enjoy the feeling of your adventurous fingers. I would be so happy to put each one of those fingers into my mouth and taste.