"Yeah," she says, smiling confidently. "Still can't help but feel outof place, though." Just let me at your hair, I'll fix that for you!" Krystie joke...,fiddling with Viks's hair once the raven-haired girl has nodded herconsent. Less than two minutes later, Viks's hair is tied up into thesame style of bun as the rest of us. "Now grab the banister!" Smiling,Viks complies and turns her feet out into a perfect first position."And pli?," Krystie commands, smiling as Viks drops into a perfect. It sure looks like she has and it looks worse than last time." We got her into the warmth of the kitchen and had a washing up bowl handy in case she was sick. Certainly from the pallid colour of her face and the way she was sweating, it looked like it could happen at any moment.While we waited for the ambulance I asked the police how they came to pick Clarrie up. She'd had the sense to go by taxi so she wouldn't have been driving. "We knew of the party and tend to keep a low profile watch in. I feel one finger, gently probe my canal, and make a gentle thrusting movement in and out, soon to be two fingers, as he prepares me for his entrance. Three fingers, and my deep, inner muscles clamp down on his hand. "Oh, God, George, I need you in me NOW!" my plea is urgent. He takes his cock, a nice size, about eight inches now, fully erect, and positions it at the entry to my canal. A gentle, steady, forward motion, and he glides into me. I am warm, wet and wanting. He stills. Laura leaned over, "Normallywe avoid showing weakness of being a baby," she explained to me. Herunboosted seat, had her an inch above me, with her hair since she was abit taller.I shrugged, "For most of you that matters... I'm adopted, so what's thepoint?"She started to say something and then thought better of it, "I don'tactually know," she sighed. "At least I'm in panties today..." shewhispered to me.I giggled, "Are you sure that's a good idea after yesterday?"She looked nervous but nodded,.