Then, the previous night he had awakened from troubled dreams to the sound of an owl hooting in the tall trees at the edge of the village and found he...had arrived at a decision. There would be no more wooing. He would cast his fate upon the winds this very day and propose to her.His preoccupation was not about his decision. He had made his mind up and would accept her reply, be it yea or nay. But, being canny, he was searching for the right place to pose his question, reasoning that the. The form-fitting, mid-calf length, midnight blue gown hugged every curve of her still maturing body.“How does it fit?”“Perfect. Are we going anywhere?” she asked worriedly, too worriedly in my opinion.“Nope. Though breakfast will be late.” My turn to wash the night sweat off led me past the overdressed teen, while disregarding her calculated look.Again, Cat was quiet during breakfast, but this time it was not out of extreme embarrassment. In her closet were seven full length gowns covered by. Her: I do know. My urges are the same as yours, except for the guilt I feel. Let’s just see how the day goes. Will you please stay?Me: Okay, if you are sure. I guess if I can’t resist you, I can jerk off to ease the pressure, or you could help. How does that sound? Her: I guess I could do that for you.Later after lunch we played cards and when that got boring, she asked what I wanted to do next.Me: I vote for naked 69. Sorry, couldn’t resist.Her: You would, wouldn’t you?Me: I’m hard as hell and. I left my door open a crack that night and listened intently as she shifted around in bed. I thought I heard the snap of an elastic waistband, then I heard the rhythmic movement of her hand under the covers fingering herself. It got real fast real quick then stopped abruptly. Once again, morning came, I said nothing, and just went about the morning routine. Off and on during the day I thought about the frustration Lanie must have felt when after being dumped, having her vibrator fail. It was.