I smiled at her and tried to push to ensure that we got her over the top. Two strokes later, she kicked her heels into my butt and made me stop."What'... wrong?" she demanded. She must have seen me wincing with every stroke."It's too tight," I reluctantly admitted. "It's okay," I insisted, and with a suggestive wiggle of my hips, I added, "Let's hurry up and make sure you finish."Her eyes tried to look at our juncture with x-ray vision, and she bit her lip for a moment."Take it off," she. It was a thong. Cassandra had never owned a thong and was almost frightened at how revealing the delicate item of lingerie would be when she put it on. The small bag also contained the thigh high stockings she still couldn't believe would stay up for the few hours she would wear them.Cassandra removed the clothing she was wearing and hung everything, checked the clock then pulled on her favorite long sleep shirt. Although she wasn't really hungry, she needed to eat something. The few snacks and. Cher're: "Thanks for loaning me the dress." She pecked Jana on the cheek.I wonder are all girls this way?Tracey: "Darla dear, you make a very convincing girl. You are like sopretty."Darla: "Well I hope that everyone else is as convinced as you guys are." Ipretended to fan my face with dainty short strokes and gently sighed asthough I was exasperated. They all cracked up.Cher're giggling: "If you carry yourself that way all day no one will everknow!"We dropped Cher're off at noon and her dad was. He had to appease her.“I ... seem to have entered a ... relationship, I think, with Fiona.”“Oh.” A hint of anger crossed her face, before vanishing. She was reading her tablet, and was delving into some old, forgotten words of languages few could read. Secret scriptures from the Lancea et Sanctum’s storage, stories of dead worlds, letters long beyond mosts ability to decipher. “Tell me more.”“Are ... are you sure?”“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”Because probably the only man to ever love you is.