She reached for my hand and pulled me back to the living room. The living room was "decorated" with cups, and half-eaten bags of chips, and an open co...tainer of dip. Ashley's and Emma's bras were still lying in a pile in front of the couch. Ashley snatched those up and disappeared towards my bedroom. I idly wondered if she'd put hers on, and then go get Emma from the kitchen to also "get decent." I was almost painfully aware that I hadn't noticed Ashley was braless. But then, things weren't. .. what's not to like?" objected Lynne. "He's a thoughtful, nice man." Yeah," said Jill. "Right." The sarcastic tone in her voice caused her mother to look at her sharply and Jill's hands came up to ward off a scolding. "He is that," she admitted in a normal tone. "But one of the important parts of that is that he's a MAN." I don't think that way about just any nice guy," said Lynne, frowning."Me either," said Jill. "I might be young, and I know I never had a boyfriend, but I didn't choose Bob. I open my eyes and look down at my freshly shaven pussy peeking out from my panties. I can’t help but think of how badly I want to be touched there and without really thinking about it, lay my head back, close my eyes and spread my legs to the imaginary masculine hand that would touch me. I let my panties go back and decide to go for the more direct approach in just going underneath them. I reach my hand down and start to softly caress my pussy lips. Denying myself the pleasure of touching my. There were plenty of people dressed in rags, huddled in small sheltered areas. They looked so downtrodden that they didn’t even try to beg for food from Vennoa and Tempest.“Hey, did you see that?” Tempest suddenly asked, pointing towards an alleyway.“See what?” Vennoa asked in return.“There was an old man there staring at us. I could have sworn he was shuffling some cards or something. But when he saw me noticing, he disappeared down the alley.”“So what?” Vennoa asked. “There’s plenty of old.