“How old is this girl?” “Close to Eighteen, aren’t you Paula?” Meredith asked. “I’m…” I tried to answer but Abby cut me off, “She ...ooks more like twelve or thirteen to me.”“No, I…” I tried again but Meredith said, “Paula, come here.” And she motioned with her hand for me to walk to her side. My bladder still ached to be released and I felt my insides flipping over as I walked toward her. If I hadn’t been so completely and utterly infatuated with Meredith I would have simply stormed over,. I said I gave you my number now it’s time for you to return the favour. So she sent me a selfie. Let me describe you that selfie. She had a smile on her face and was showing her cleavage. She was wearing red bra, one of her arms were pushing her boob from sideways to make it pop and another was holding the phone. She did that on purpose which was clear from her mischievous smile. Her skin was glowing and smooth and silky and god knows everything else. I was not going to back away so I also send. I took my knee up onto the table between us. His hand was immediately in my hair, pulling my head towards his, his tongue urgently finding mine and melting into the deepest, wet kiss with our tongues meeting together so divinely that instant pleasure bordering on pain flooded my vagina.He broke the kiss. “You’re sensational," he breathed the words into my neck, then reached behind me, hands on my arse, and pulled me up to a full kneeling position, guiding my legs to close round him. I groaned. The shampoo washighly perfumed as was the soap, but he didn?t care. When he was finishedhe would put his foot down and demand to be given mens clothes andreleased from this strange house. He stepped from the shower and driedhimself, slipped the robe on and went out onto the landing. He calleddown that he was ready to get dressed. Arabella appeared up the stairs,and took him into a spare bedroom. He turned on her. "Now look here..."he began, but she cut across him. "Curtsey right now," she.