"I used tothink it was my fault," her voice sounded far away, "until I metPatrick." She pushed her ass hard against him. "That first time.I wish I cou...d tell you, make you understand, darling; it waslike being reborn." She looked away. I watched his hard, tanned body drive intohers. She began calling his name. I almost didn't recognize hervoice. She said his name louder, more frequently. Now she wasalmost shrieking. He was pulling further out of her now beforedriving back into her. "Make me. She had to relieve the pressure in her young cunt somehow. Pipers fingers slipped beneath the crotch band of her panties and wriggled inside the moist slit of her young cunt. While her thumb jammed her erect clit, she finger-fucked herself for a long time. But no orgasm developed. She wondered if aunt Chloe could make her cum . The front door rattled. Someone was coming in. In a panic, Piper tried to yank her fingers from her pussy. In her clumsy haste, though, she caught her hand in the bottom. Swaggering on to the stage, the pleated skirt of her blue and white checkered dress swung to and fro in synchronism with the movement of her hips. From my perspective a pair of long, stiletto, high-heeled shoes seemed to glide across the platform and out of which extended a pair of perfect legs visible as far as the knees. The dress was very feminine and fitted tightly around her curving waist before covering both bust and shoulders in a formal manner. Her thin. long neck lead to a head. It wasn’t very much, she could have put it all in her handbag. There was a thin, white, figure hugging T-shirt; Dee’s shortest black skirt; hold-up black stockings; two black patent high heels and a little waist apron with two pockets (obviously bought especially for the situation by Gayle). Once dressed Dee looked herself over in the mirror to see how she looked. Her nipples could be seen in the correct light, her arse would be visible if she bent over and when she put the apron on found.