He had expected her to be terribly grief stricken about the horse.She had begun to take a healthy interest in the way she dressed and her manner was m...ch more polite.She embraced you with her smile. She had hardly ever smiled after her mother's death three years ago."What time is Carter calling on you?" What time is it now?"She was checking herself in the hall mirror, making sure that everything was just right for when her boyfriend called upon her."A few minutes to eight." He should be here. Then, he motioned her over. She had a flicker of horror cross her face, then slowly walked over."Yes, may I ... may I help you," she stammered, not looking him in the eyes."Yes, I would like a bourbon and soda," Mr. B ordered.Kimmi looked relieved and walked off to get his drink. She didn't think he had recognized her. But, now she was upset that he was there. Why would Mr. B come to the DollHouse? Kimmi returned with his drink and decided to question him a little. "Do you come here often?" she. He was right. I had not been wearing them lately because I’ve been so wet. My pussy was soaking wet, even though I was mortified. I unclasped my bra and let my tits bounce freely. They were much larger and more natural than Courtney. I was proud of them.“You are right. You could probably be a star on Mommy-Cam,” he laughed as I put my thumbs in my panties and removed them.“You will be shaving that thick bush, Barbara” he called me by my first name. It was very humiliating. He had never dared do. I turned around to look at her. She stood up and came close to me.“Thank you for checking on me. I like that,” Mary said.I nodded before opening the door and letting myself out of the room.Things changed ever since then. Mary and I met often in the library to study. For me, it was a mere revision while for Mary, who was busy entertaining boys, it was something new. Initially, we met every alternate day but very soon, realizing how effective our group study was, we began to meet on a regular.