Wishful thinking. Dinner was fairly ordinary. She drank, I didn't, she ate a lot and I tried to be good. All in all, we got on all right. I knew, thou...h, after three margaritas, that I had to escort this girl home. I paid the bill- $35 for her, $15 for me and $5 for a tip, and droe her back to her place, four or five blocks away.I had only fucked one girl up to this point and it had taken a lot more than picking up a thirty-five dollar tab. She put a record on her stereo, one more reason to. “And one of you tends to end up with v******e related injuries. Yeah, I sorta noticed that over the years. It certainly sucks, especially with the most recent developments in the Buffy/Faith relationship.” The slayer stares at her darker twin intently, ignoring Xander's insinuation. “Who knows, maybe the whole lip service thing could explain your lack of friendly relations over those same years.” That makes Buffy move slightly in Xander's direction to face him. “What do you mean?” “The constant. She reached out and gently touched it with one finger while her other hand went behind my right thigh (just below my cheek) and took control."That tickles!" I said as she ran her finger over it."But it's so cute! It looks like a little Minnie Mouse or something!"I could feel her hot breath just inches away from my now swelling pussy lips. Damn! They were giving me away!"hmmmm..." She continued her close inspection and then took advantage of the situation by running two fingers through my sparse. ”As Martha went to her locker she was feeling more relaxed as at least, this time, she did not have to undress. She was wearing her usual style sleeveless floral dress with a very short hem which showed off her fleshy bare legs but as she was there to join the discussion group and not to have her legs smacked she saw no reason to dress any differently to normal just because she was at the discipline centre. Therefore, after putting her jewellery and handbag into the locker she handed her key.