It's kind of irrational and all, but what can I say? We've had some mystery calls lately that have gotten her sort of rattled. She won't come with me ...nd she won't unplug the phone because her mom usually calls around this time for a long chat. It's too last minute for any of her friends to come over. So, I'd greatly appreciate it if you'd go over and hold the fort, screen the calls. So I can go out and do what I need to get done. I mean, don't put yourself out or anything." Sure," I. " RuthAnn nodded. She looked at Kelle. "I sort of miss that from last time." "Maybe I can help." RuthAnn was puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Let's try something. You trust me?" RuthAnn thought a minute. She was just drunk enough and frustrated enough to try something different. She nodded to Kelle. Taking her elbow, she guided RuthAnn from the couch to the window. She turned off the lights. "Now look at the city. A thousand eyes are on you." RuthAnn shut her eyes. Soon she felt a hand on her. It was bad enough that he said something about my weight, and even worsethat he mentioned something about my budding breast. I knew I wasdeveloping, but it wasn't like there was anything I could do about it. Iwas getting curvy and busty and all the wrong things on my body weregrowing.But the conversation ended and I thought it was over. He said what hethought he needed to, I got aggravated, and then we played some softballand before long I pushed it out of my mind. That's the way things. Beverly turned the remote so the vibrations were at medium but the pulse was also getting quicker. She tried to distract herself from how Wesley had entered her thoughts from the past. Yes she'd seen him naked before, 'accidentally' catching him once in the shower herself as payback (although she felt after it'd probably made his lusting worse) but not seen him erect. She knew she was close to cumming again and realised she couldn't stop herself and her thoughts wandered back to the altered.