I headed home and masturbated, replaying the whole scene in my mind over and over again. This was one of the best experiences I have had especially si...ce it was totally unexpected and "out of the blue". As if this one encounter with her wasn't enough, I actually got a second chance about a week later. As I passed by that night I saw her bedroom light was on so I got in closer to check things out. The blinds on her window were open so I could stand well back and see what happened. Annette came. He leaned forward to stand up. Gina slide off his lap and stood as Rick took her small hand in his, leading her through the kitchen door. She followed him, deciding to stop worrying about what she should or shouldn’t do. Rick lead Gina into her bedroom and turned to look at her. He smiled and she smiled back. He leaned down to kiss her again and she kissed him back. Again their tongues explored each other’s mouths, their bodies pressing closer together. Gina’s nipples were hard and she knew. Masks.”“Oh, I don’t know about that one,” she lamented. “I’m tempted to throw it out.”“No, I think it’s good, really. What I read of it, anyway. Sounded like you were, like, a mask-maker in the song?”“Yeah, something like that. It’s dumb.”“I hear an upbeat, edgy kind of thing. Kind of pushy, like you’re trying to sell them to people, a cocky street vendor, you know?”Lara turned her head and stared across the room. “Hmm ... Like making people buy something they don’t want...”“Exactly. Or buy. The dress was her favorite because of the effect it had on Brock. Beside her dress she found a tiny pair of panties and thigh-high stockings. The shoes that matched the dress were in a box next to the stockings. She was instantly glad that she didn't wash her hair, then decided that was the reason Brock had offered bubble bath. She wouldn't wash her hair in the bubbly water.It took her only a few minutes to dress and fix her hair. She didn't bother with makeup. Brock had always told her he.