She shook her head and smiled. "No, only me." She paused for a second, then shuffled closer to me, locking her eyes on mine. "It's okay Miss Ford. I l...ked them. They made me feel... excited."For the first time, I felt a rush of guilty pleasure, a hot warmth between my thighs. I glanced down at Katie's body as she curled her legs beneath her and stroked her hand across her pale white hose. Oh shit, this couldn't be happening. The erotica writing was a hobby of mine, a way of exploring the. I say:A finger of mine gently rests against your clit, keeping it very still as I lean in and plant small kisses on the back of your thighs.You say:As you do so I spread my legs farther apart, giving your soft kisses better access as I continue sucking on the small vibrator, I turn the water on full blast for safe measure and start to let out soft moans.I say:I give your pussy one clean lick with my tongue, making sure there is enough moisture for it to glide in.I say:"Now come on girl... We. Borrowing money never to be repaid. Having my books carried around. Getting special orders of cake and chocolate. Delegating my homework. But I had a harsh and sudden a wake-up call when I was 15. A group of three older lads waylaid me and dragged me behind some bushes as I walked home from school. They pinned me down, and with venom in their eyes, and veins bulging in their foreheads, informed me that if I ever tried to extort lunch money from their sister again, they would. " Came the reply."I said, 'Stop that!' meaning - don't keep pulling your dress down. You've got great legs and there's only me to admire them." I waited for a grumpy response, and when there wasn't one, I went on, "In fact, I think you should show a whole lot more." And saying such I reached over and tugged her hem right to the top of her thighs."See? It's not so bad, is it? And they certainly are great and well worth looking at." I watched Mom blush faintly, but she said nothing and pretended.