May I tickle you, instead?”“No, Liya, you may not. It’s a barn or nothing,” Rhee said, following it up with a melodramatic pout.“G’morning... Rhee. I love you even when you’re pretending to be cranky.”Rhee’s answer was her left arm pulling me in tightly and a smooch on the forehead.“You know I don’t really mind. I love spending time with everyone. And it’s just so warm and cozy when that time is in bed.”“Yeah, I know. You’re just a big ol’ softie. Heather, would you please hug her from back there. It all began one Friday evening, we were both out having a drink when Melran into one of her ex boyfriends a black guy the same age as us calledDwayne. Dwayne who had a twin brother called Larry, was ok, he was a niceguy. Mel and he were about 15 when they had gone out, they had never hadsex or anything, and I didn't see him as a threat or anything like that.As it was nothing much happened that night Mel and he talked for a while,and we said our goodbyes.If I'd had any sense I would have. Unlike when she had hit puberty, she thought. Her mother had called it ‘the curse’ and made her think she was dirty. Marie made Jesse feel she was special, now she was a woman; though she still worried what that might mean to Cavendish. Thirteen year olds were married mothers in some states, she looked at her daughter and thought ‘not yet please God’.Still, now there were three women, they all agreed, and if she wasn’t actually a part owner if the mine like her mother, she had a vote in. Slooooowly slid up her thigh, feeling the heat as I got closer to her lacy thong panties. I finally reached them and started to rub against her (now completely drenched) lips through her possibly ruined panties, causing her to spasm in her seat and bite her lip to stay silent. I reached my fingers around the edge of them and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. That's when the heat my hand could feel (along with the wetness) literally double. I slid my index and middle finger up along.