His hands go to my shoulders pushing the robe, now completely open, off of my body then gently pushes me back onto the bed. Our hands move together, ...ut in different ways. I reach out to grab the hem of his shirt so I can pull it over his head, and he reaches up to cover my breasts with his calloused hands before flicking his thumbs over my pebbled nipples. I pull his shirt off and toss it to the floor so I can wrap my arms around his neck, bringing his body down on to mine slowly. I run my. Later that afternoon as he dozed in front of the television, she snuggled next to him, her small hand stroking his inner thigh. He opened his eyes to find her staring at him with a mischievous grin."Take me to bed and fuck me?"They were words he had never heard her use, but words that caused his cock to stir in spite of the questions she had still not answered. "So, it's over - you won't go to him again?"She slid her hand under his belt, gently closing her fingers around his erection."I want. Then we ran into the chilled City, caught a cab, held hands until I dropped her off, kissed quickly and wished for Friday to come soon.Friday I told the princess everything. She didn't mind. Between the tomboy and her, she accepted me more. The drawings and photos on the wall excited her aesthetically and libidinously. As she perused the artwork, Mother took me aside and asked how intimate we'd gotten. Admitting intimacy, she whispered in the princess's ear. The princess nodded and removed her. She could stop by her home and change but that would take at least an extra hour. Leah fumed until a solution struck her. She could simply toss her clothing into one of the big washing machines, used for washing towels and uniforms, then into one of the dryers. It would still take some time, but not nearly as much as driving home. She quickly stripped off her jeans and t-shirt along with her panties and bra and tossed them into one of the washing machines. Fortunately her shoes were dry so she.