Her long, soft gypsy skirt rode up her bare and tanned legs. The man glanced back again and eyed her legs - possibly wondering to himself if she could...possibly be doing what he thought. Sticking two fingers inside herself, she felt the warm juices gush around her. Hardly able to stand it, she moved her finger back to her clit, and started rubbing once more. She brought herself to the brink of orgasm many times, but the feeling was so delicious she wasn't ready to cum. Noticing the man looking. She was in the kitchen creating havoc. Trace was turning into a pretty good cook, but she could dirty six bowls, three forks, a whisk, and four plates just making scrambled eggs.I watched her for a second and didn't have a clue what her finished product was going to be. My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since five o'clock yesterday and then only some nachos. I didn't want to get into Traci's production line, so I snagged a bowl, some milk, and a box of Cocoa Krispies.I was. “I was just surprised that he would say something like that to anyone.”“You mean to anyone who is not Jennifer, don’t you?” I asked.“Yes,” Stephanie replied with exasperation in her voice.“We know who you want it to be, Squirt. I’m not writing Jennifer off, far from it. Bethany knows how I feel about Jennifer and understands the risk that she’s taking. But let Bethany and me worry about it. In the end, I’m the one who decides.”“I know,” Stephanie replied. “I guess you’re changing a lot and that. She saw his glance and shook her head no. “No,” Andrew thought, “She wasn’t part of this robbery attempt. They had come to rob the store, only to see what they thought was a richer target.” He glanced back at her and said, “Well lady, you may just get to see what I was warning you about.”He pulled Bloodrend out and the sword giggled in excitement. “Oh master, these idiots just want to die so badly, don’t they?” Andrew could almost feel the sword shivering in excitement at the chance to feed.“No.