I carefully slipped out of my leggings, a tiny stream of wetness connecting my needy pussy to my wet leggings. I let my fingers drop down to gently to...ch the length of my slit. Even standing up my toes curled and I had to bite my lip to restrain a noise. Giving in, I gently rested back on my bed and immediately spread my legs. One hand was cupping my breast and the other was teasing the cool length of the vibrator against my clit. It was still off, but stimulation was stimulation. My pussy was. No one had come out of the house yet and judging by the things laid out for sale I wondered if it was a sale at all. I looked back at the street then at the house. No one had stopped but me.“Oh! Hello.” I turned to see a stunning blonde house wife come out of the garage carrying two plastic bags.“Hello.” I smiled warmly, trying be nonchalant. This was one of those moments where you feel that little jab in your guts and your cock stirs in your shorts like a hibernating bear. To run into a woman. He sounded annoyed, and it might not be wise to antagonize the judge whowould control whether or not I won the bet. "What time is it now? Idon't have a watch." It's nearly seven-thirty. We'll never make it, by the time we eat."I scrambled into my housecoat, having the usual struggle with thebackwards buttons and rushed to the kitchen. I was well into lightingthe stove and starting the kettle to boil when John called from hiscouch again. "Don't you think you should protect your gown with. Boy that was fun. I'm so looking forward to another splitting migraine headache. I just wish she can do her magic quickly and that I recover just as fast.While I'd been thinking to myself, my group had been plotting how they were going to accomplish sending Peter back so we'd be able to locate Sara's grave. Or at least send our Spirit back in time to work out where we should look to find her.Soon Lee took charge telling me to stand in the middle of the Waiting Room. She explained they all were.