You just have to do it." Could we do it? You and me?"I know that sounds terrible and all and poor Ryan is left standing there with a strange look on h...s face, but who else am I going to ask?"You really mean you and me?" Yes, Ryan, you and me. Ryan and Morgan. Us." Well, to be honest, I've looked at you a lot in the last year or so. You've really become a very sexy looking girl. Any guy would love to make love to you." Fine, but I'm asking you, Ryan." Yeah, I know. And I guess, I'm saying,. “I’m so sorry about that. I really didn’t mean to go into your room.”“It’s ok. You didn’t know.” I led him to the actual bathroom. “Here it is. Ummm… enjoy?” I went back to my room and back to Hamster. Before I closed my door, I looked back at Tom and winked. Yup, I did that. He saw it and winked back. “Just um, don’t, um, you know, come back into my room or anything. I don’t want that AT ALL. Nope. Not one bit.” I giggled. I think he got the hint.After a few minutes, my door opened again! OMG!. “I cannot let Amelia hurt. I can’t leave her to the foster system. She’s been hurt enough for two lifetimes. I know she adores you and you like her. You’re the one I’m supposed to trust to take care of her.”Reaching down, she opened a small portfolio, pulled some papers out and placed them in her lap, her hands resting on top of them.“I’d never ask this of you. I know it’s a burden and you’re so young. But I can’t leave Amelia to fate, the vagaries of the social welfare system. You hear such. I hardly noticed her fingers as she deftly scraped them across my bra strap a few times while she uttered a subtle, "Hmmmm," as if the bra wasn't supposed to BE there!It seemed only natural that she would work those fingers underneath, and I hardly felt it when she released the clasp so effortlessly. (Boys, you should all pay Miss Exton a visit :)Here I was, humming with the ecstasy of her fingers working wonders on my back, when suddenly I felt them wrap around and brush my nipples (underneath.