You're the birthday boy." Thanks, Lottë."Strains of a Chopin waltz drifted into the kitchen. Lottë opened up her laptop and then sat staring at it.'...wenty-nine from forty-five is sixteen, ' she thought. 'I know Daddy told me to find somebody younger but is sixteen years really too big an age gap? I don't want to live with anyone else though. I actually like his maturity. The trouble is he may think the age gap is too big. He's happy with me living here, at least I'm pretty sure he is, but. (Spread your pussy and play with your clit, flicking it with one fingernail 50 times. No going easy or stopping.)The girls continue, another joining in and rubbing tight circles over the exposed little bud, your pussy only getting wtter in your exposed embarrassment, your full arousal on show for everyone to see.(Trace 100 quick circles on your clit and think about how exposed you are. Everyone can see how you're dripping; aren't you embarraseed?)"Come on, bitch. How about another thank you?. I was putting up a shelf that she had bought, one in her bathroom, when she asked me, "I was thinking back to that time when Brenda and I walked in on you when you were masturbating," she laughed. "Do you remember that?" I hadn't given it a thought in, well, what, about twenty years now? What brought that up?" I asked, laughing."Well, I was thinking about it the other day. I had mentioned it to a friend." Oh, Amanda, I was embarrassed enough back then, don't tell me I'm getting a reputation. We barely woke up in time for her to get to the airport the next morning so there wasn't any time for more play. We kissed deeply at the airline gate, and said such long goodbyes that Faith was practically the last person on the plane. We knew it would be a long time before we saw each other, since I was staying at school for an internship I'd been accepted for that summer, and Faith had her own commitment as a counselor for a church bible camp for most of the summer. We continued to write each.