Damned horny was what she was feeling! Was that because her platonic best friend had softly touched her belly?Uhm, his touch was so soft."Stop that!" ...he shouted in her mind. "Get a life, girl!" Still, it had been so soft and gentle. It had felt good; comforting, but sensual. As if that made sense.Closing her eyes, Vickie enjoyed the suns warmth. After a few minutes she heard the patio door again slide open. She thought, "Rich went up to check on Carl, found him passed out on the bed drunk,. " That's not what I want to hear, Heather. Now I want you to do exactly as I say, understand?"A silence was met by the command: "Heather, do exactly as I say." Y-yes," she answered."Okay, I want you to put a hand up inside your skirt for me, Heather." Matthew, no! I put phone down if you keep this craziness up," she countered."Do it," he growled. "Rub yourself for me. Imagine that's my hand touching you in your most intimate place."As Matthew listened intently he heard the girl ever so lightly. Or maybe someone forgot to turn off the gas…people are so careless these days.’ She smiled down at me impishly. ‘Remember, Sweetie. You don’t know nothin’ about nothin’. And how could you. We were never here.’ My heart thumped leadenly in my chest and I forgot about petting her thigh for a few moments. Had she really blown up the lake house? And why? My dreams of spending another weekend in the den of iniquity evaporated like the morning dew on the grassy verge of the highway. We drove for a. I finish my drink. "You wanna see what mine tastes like?" I ask."Show me what you've got" you demand.I check around and the bar is quiet and nobody is looking and I unzip my fly and pull it out, keeping it hidden from view from any one else. She peaks over and takes a good look at my hard cock. She sits back and nods, "It'll do".With that settled I agree to give her a ride back to her place.Once alone and behind closed doors she wastes no time in getting to know the taste of my cock.She.