She was not one to quickly recover; she patted the hem of her skirt again and again, as if it could never be straight. Her fishnet stockings did actua...ly look rumpled, but she wasn’t attending to them. They were tight on her skin to begin with. My cock stirred. “Careful there, looks like you might break your skirt,” I said. She stopped and looked at me. I felt like I was giving her a stone-faced expression and I probably was, because she didn’t scowl at me or tell me to fuck off. She just. They stood wet through and shivering, hands held out to the fire, hair plastered to their skulls, dripping rainwater, and looking thoroughly miserable. They each took a towel with a grateful smile and a whispered ‘thank you’ and, as women automatically tend to do, began to dry their hair. Looking at them, he realised that a towel apiece represented totally inadequate hospitality. The taller looked like a contestant in a wet tee-shirt competition, revealing far too much of her gorgeously pert. They are really cute little things. They almost look like a slimChapstick. And I guess they work a little like a Chapstick, except theyhave a little shimmery color. It's subtle and perfect for a youngerteenaged girl. I smiled, and then involuntarily thought of Bobbi. OMG, what was happening? Was I really thinking about buying my SON atinted lip balm? Based on what? Because he bought me a lipstick for mybirthday? That was silly! And yet, now I couldn't help thinking aboutit. Maybe. "I didn't really believe it when Candice told me that you can be quite a cocky man for being so young. What makes you think that you can just drive me to your home and ravish me?" Your scent." What?" My dear girl, you smell like you are damned horny."From the corner of my eye I could see her expressions changing. When she took a look in my direction, I guessed my grin gave me away."You are soooo bad. You are so going to pay for that, buster!" Oh, I certainly hope so!"She murmured something.