The sweet normalcy of it all touched her enough to make her cry. It just felt — real. She wondered how to handle the questions about her posh winter...vacation, the envy for her tan? Would the dirtiness of it all shine through? Should she explain about Angique? Could she even wear the fur?As the light in the darkened bedroom got brighter, she remembered her first week after returning — her too shrill and excited voice over lunch; friends asking if she was all right; her final decision to hide and. She was lying on her back, her book and toy on the low table between the two chairs. Mark poured lemonade into both glasses, handed one to Erica, then lay on his chair, on his side, supporting himself on an elbow. “What's on your mind? You have this... well, pensive look,” he said and shifted slightly. He could feel his cock resting on his right leg. Erica paused, took a sip of her lemonade, and smiled appreciatively. “This is really good. Perfect for a hot day like this.” She put her glass. “MMMMM you are loving this aren’t you Stace,” I said to myself. I slowly started trailing my tummy with my right as I continued to rub my tit with my left hand. I glanced back at the window and saw that Dale and Desiree were still watching me. I ran my finger over my nether lips and the moisture. I slowly slipped my finger through the folds of my lips as I touch my hardened clit, causing me to gasp. “OOOHH Stace you are so hot, so wet, MMMMM” I continued to rub my clit bringing chills up. “Yes,” I replied.“Do you like?” she asked a third time.Frustrated, I replied again, “Yes.”Suddenly, I felt her presence standing right next to me, her hand on my side.“Do you like?” she asked again.I turned to answer and suddenly I realized, she was standing right next to me, her button-down blouse completely open, exposing her little small breasts neatly tucked into her white lace brassiere. I was speechless.“Do you like?” she pressed again, slipping her hand up under my wet t-shirt and on to.