I've wondered if I could do more. Or be more. Like maybe I'm not crazy enough, or sexy enough or hot enough or whatever. I mean, I know he loves me an... I love him, and he and I both know I'd do just about anything to please him. So I don't know why I feel that way. Maybe it's the small town girl in me coming back to bite my ass. I wiped up an errant trickle making its way down the inside of my thigh and sucked my finger. Is this what turns him on? I wondered as I stood in front of the mirror.. She was crying in the shower because her friend had been smashed by a train and died. The water was pounding on her back, her hair was dripping, and she had shampoo in her eyes, which stung. Everything Cutie was feeling, Janelle felt. Janelle lifted her face into the cascade from the shower head to rinse her eyes of the burning shampoo, nothing could help the pain of a lost friend; Cutie's face lifted and she rinsed her eyes.Janelle backed out of Cutie's body in surprise.As she watched the girl. She slid the bra off, and Johnny started to lick and suck on her almost painfully hard nipples. "Oh, Johnny..." she sighed under her breath.She laid back, and her brother continued kissing his way slowly down her stomach, while her chest rose and sank as she breathed deeply. Johnny licked and kissed around his sister's slightly pudgy belly, before grabbing the waist of her similarly black panties in his teeth, then tugging them down, and pulling them off, down past her feet. Katie kept her bush. I love you, Stephanie, but I don't really approve of this whole thing."Stephanie was about to answer, but Hilda shushed her and continued. "But what I have learned, painfully, is that you are a grown woman and will do what you want to do, no matter what your crotchety old mother has to say. If the circumstances were different, I think I might even approve of Kate, but right now I just don't know. So I'm going to go home now, put my strawberries in the freezer, have a nice cup of tea and have a.