After a couple of days and many wet panties. I was ready to try the dildo again. Mom and Barbara had just left for the store. I open John’s door and...told him to get his cell phone. He shot off his bed in a heartbeat. We went into the bathroom. I realized that John had taken pictures of me, but had never gotten real close to my tits or pussy. I showed him where to stand and to when start recording. I pulled my tee-shirt over my head (I didn’t have a bra on) and my nipples were sticking straight. Naomi was biting her lip in nervousness and she didn't want to stay confused any longer "What the hell happened? What are you guys talking about?" "You remember when Naomi talked to me and asked me out?" Hannah nodded, her eyes moving from Edward to Naomi, then back to Edward "Yeah, so?" Edward's gaze got even more intense, making Naomi squirm in place "She set me up. I was supposed to get beat up. Now all I want to know is who put her up to it, and why. And I swear to god, if it was that Tyler. I opened it and tipped out the contents, there wasn’t a note or letter, just a red gymkhana rosette for ‘Best of Class’, I smiled, obviously Philippa had enjoyed our time together as much as I had. The muscles in my back and down my legs were still a bit stiff from our energetic fucking. I slipped the trophy back into it’s packet and slid it into my pocket to take home later, I thought that I could pin it up with my other riding rosettes and only I would ever know that it was not for riding. If you’re serious about this I will fuck you senseless as soon as you can leave the bar.” He held my gaze as I looked into his eyes, evaluating me and appearing to consider my proposition. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m really not in to older women.” Older women! The anger flared up again. He was the one who started the flirtation, and then he has the nerve to call me “older”?! I had no idea how old he was, but definitely not that much younger that he should be considering me an “older woman.”.