They also admitted it was a tad pricey. At eight million dollars, just a tad, I thought. Barbara smiled happily at the realtors and suggested that we ...ould move on and see the rest of what they had set up before committing to any one of them. I guess she figured if I didn’t get out of there soon I’d just keel over and die of apoplexy. Bless them, neither Stacey nor Barbara wanted that. Number two was a near duplicate of the first, with an equally appalling price tag. It seemed that failure to. Another throb. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d tried. I got on the bed, reclined back on one elbow right beside her, but not touching her body with mine. Well, my hand was moving on her again, this time heading toward the only part of her body I’d yet to touch. When I finally got there, I was amazed at how hot and moist her smooth, little slit was to the touch. And I barely touched her that first time, although it must have sent something powerful through her, as her whole little. Casey now felt numb between her legs, so she decided to put her hands down there to try to warm them up. She started rubbing harder and faster. It seemed useless until her pussy started to warm up and put her fingers inside her cunt. Casey closed her eyes and suddenly, the image of her crush, her sister’s twenty-four-year-old friend Johnny, popped into her head. She saw him with his blue eyes, shaggy hair, a bit of stubble on his face, and thin, muscular, 6’2 body. She saw herself standing. Once I got a few minutes with mother alone I asked her, "Does Sue or Rachael know about our being intimate on our holiday?” “No Sue’s quite straight laced about that sort of thing, so I’ve never said anything. As for Rachael I don’t think so, but she might suspect.” We changed the subject and went on to talk about other things. Mother mentioned Ms. Simmons, who she said would like us to visit her while we’re home. I wasn’t keen on the idea, although she had been our school teacher she was.