She rubbed his back for a second but stopped immediately. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry... " she cried into his shoulders, still sitting on the edge of ...he bathtub. "I'm such a bitch... I hate him... I fucking hate him... It's all my fault... I hate myself... I'm such a bitch... I'm sorry... "Half of him tried to hate her, wanting to push her away and tell her she was right. But the other half was leaping for joy, his heart racing, that she was in his arms, the girl he dreamt about night after. "Okay mum, I'll get dressed now." I replied."No need sweetheart, just fix your hair, we don't have time, just go as you are." I couldn't do that!" I said, with the shock registering in my voice."Come on Laurie, there will only be us girls there, I'm going like this." She replied, gesturing to her somewhat skimpy attire, nothing but her nighty I guessed, judging by the nipples poking through the front, "it's only breakfast at Susan's after all" she said with a laugh.She ripped the quilt off me,. “He won’t mind. It’ll be fun. Remember how we talked about something like this?”The kissing resumed. I was laying on my back, perhaps a foot from the couple, and could just make out the shape of Michael’s body over Alex in my peripheral vision. More sounds: hands against skin, fabric being pushed aside, mouths moving, a sigh. Michael moved down the bed, seemingly between Alex’s thighs, and she took in a sharp breath. Wet sounds as he worked, Alex’s voice getting louder. I rolled onto my side. “Quit it, Johnny!”“No way!”“C’mon, cut it out!” she was laughing continuously at this point.“Say uncle!”“Fuck you, Johnny!”“Now you better stop!”“Make me,” I said challenging her and continuing to tickle her as she fell onto her back and her skirt rode up her thighs.Then I kissed her again, Her tongue snaked into my mouth and I stopped tickling her.“Do me Johnny! C’mon fuck me!”“We’ll get to that, Loretta. Be patient and enjoy the moment.”I sent my hand under her top and touch bare tit. Well,.