Kelly squirmed into the feeling, as if trying to rub her pussy into the naked air. Well, since no one's here, I'm sure they won't mind if I make mysel... more comfortable.Kelly slipped off her nightie, feeling the sensations double. Her fingers went to her cunt-and the sensations abruptly stopped.Kelly tried rubbing her clit, trying to bring back the feeling. It was like rubbing cardboard. She groaned in frustration, and brought her hands away from her clit.Instantly the sensations returned.. Wendy said nothing even though her curiosity was piqued. He cheered up as the week progressed but returned the following Monday thoroughly depressed."Peter," said Wendy, "you've been miserable two Mondays in a row. Do you want to talk about it?"He shook his head. "No thanks, Wendy. It was kind of you to ask but no."Matters appeared to improve but a month or so later Peter was once again clearly miserable.Wendy said nothing. She had been rebuffed once. If he wanted to tell her what the problem. Time generally passed by quickly. I looked forward to my free period, as Mrs. ‘A’ was a wet dream for me. She had frosted silvery hair. In her early forties. About 5 feet 2 inches. Petite in stature, with small, pert breasts. I guessed them to be a handful, which later on would define my standard for perfection. But her greatest features were her legs. She wore short dresses that barely came to mid thigh, and showed off her figure. She also had light blue/gray eyes that seem to always sparkle.. Than..thankyou* she stuttered out as her cheeks filled with colour, she was embarrased as she noticed Hermoine checking out her completely naked, exposed body to one of her best friendsHermoine just smiled as she stepped towards Ginny, slowly wrapping both arms round her she pulled her into a hug, she stared into Ginny's eye's where she saw a hint of doubt, pulling away from the hug she stared at Ginny who just looked down at the floorHermoine:- *We don't have to do this, you can get dressed if.