Tossing the robe down and to the side she nodded down between the girl’s legs. “Hand busy the whole time we are eating, you know I like a little s...ow with my lunch!”. As she watched Niki comply slowly, she added, “Besides, after walking around the school track naked, I bet you are still riled up! Show me your fingers you wet little wench!”.Niki was trying to eat one handed, while giving Cyndi an unobstructed view at her fingers circling her clit and slowly sliding up and down her wet, aroused. I jumped over a soggy newspaper and picked up my speed hoping the rain would slow down. I had forgotten my umbrella in my room. Worst of all I didn’t have my keys and was officially locked out for the weekend since my parents left for a weekend getaway earlier this morning. Guess I’ll just sleep over Sam’s place or something. I finally saw the school and ran faster. By the time I got inside I was completely soaked through, god this is so embarrassing, anyone walking by can see my bra. I walked. What she used to call her "special retreat", her "sanctuary": her combined bath, dressing room and boudoir had become a museum. He wouldn't allow anyone other than his father to come near the three rooms. Over the course of the two years since her death, Mark had retreated further and further into her world to the point where he spent every waking hour there other than when he went to school or came down to dinner. He had moved all of his clothes into the closets and bureau of her dressing. ” He said and threw me a puckish smile. What the hell did he mean by that? I thought and cut my eyes at him.“No need.” I said. “She was just being nice.” He opened the bottle of water and drank it down.“So you wanna come out here and help me finish up the yard?” He raised up his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, revealing his firm abdomen and a thin trail of dark brown hair which led down into his shorts. “I can show you how to work it?” He impishly asked me.“W-work what?” I stammered as I.