She pulls it on, loving the same warm soft feeling. I was right. The sleeves hang past her hands and the sweater dangles past her waist. She senses a ...aint smell of man on the sweater, mmm.She notices a mirror facing the bed and examines herself. He has some good tastes; I actually look good in all this. Now what to do with my hair? She picks it up and lets it drop. She can feel how damp and wet it still is from her five minutes out in the storm. It’ll dry quicker if I leave it down.She then. Its noontime andyou’ve just got out of the shower wearing a frumpy terry robe when I call. “Hello” you answer. “Hey Diva,I just wanted to call you and let you know how happy I am that you’re here,” I say to you. We chat brieflyand you go to sit in front of the TV. You thumb through my DVD's when the phone rings again. It’s me, “I’m coming home.” “Why”, you question me. I respond, “I want to be where you are.”I pull up into the drive and you hear the key in the door. I enter to see you standing. I tried to keep up with the table conversation; but was getting pretty hot watching this girl rub herself…her panties were wet now and she pushed her fingers into herself…I looked away and worked on my food. I turned to my right and looked at Tommie..he was talking with his Mom when he turned and smiled at me…my heart melted…I looked down to see the bulge in his dress was much bigger. Tommie noticed where I was looking and took his hand and started running his fingernails up and down the hard. In her study wetalked at length."I quite understand your predicament Martina but this is an emergency,"explained Miss Frobisher "it's only from November until March." But it's not that simple Miss Frobisher Ma-am," I confessed nervously."Why?" Well, and please, I beg you, don't let this go further." Well, out with it young lady. I've always been fair with you." "Well it's my friends, Beatrice, Melanie and Lucinda." Yes, I know who your study companions are, and fine girls they are.