Her attention focused on Frank Wainwright. He carries himself differently. His and Margaret's voices are ... hmmm, a little more cultured. Not just ac...ent, but maybe ... old money, I'd guess. He's used to being rich. Didn't Diana say that he used to own this fabulous building? He would have to be rich, then.The food all passed around, she ate a few bites, listening to the conversations going on about her, then took a sip of her iced tea. Sweet, with a sharp bite of lemon. Southern drink, she. Okay, yeah, I'll tell her. Soon, babe." He's on his way." Omigod, he's really coming over? Like to show me his dick?" You wanted to see it. Oh, you're gonna love it, he's got a nice one." And you told him maybe I'd like to do it. Geez, Taylor, I never said that." Well, I just thought I'd throw that in to see whet he thought." And... ?" He liked the idea, especially after I told him you were cute." Oh, great. Well, I think I'll let you do it."So, we talked a little more as I nervously awaited. Watching the outline of her movements through her bottoms she was massaging her clitoris with her fingers and uttering small groans in delight. I felt my cock stirring and beginning to stiffen at the view and her response to JoshWhat would you have done if he had come into the room I asked through whilst a smile emerged on my face. ‘Dunno, probably cum’ she laughed.The line of conversation was making my cock stiffen and so I retorted with 'what unaided' only to receive the immediate response. “Couldn’t we at least make out or something?” she pleaded. “Everybody else gets to do stuff, but I never do.”There was a discreet knock on the door and Jack almost killed himself diving for the bathroom. Ronnie came through the door backwards, looking out into the hallway.“Can I come in?” she asked, not looking into the room.“Nothing’s happening,” giggled Susan.Ronnie turned around and looked decidedly disappointed.“Where did you go?” asked Susan.“I went to make sure none of the other kids will.