We'll take as long as we damn well like. We sauntered off to the high street and went in to one the high fashion stores. We walked around the racks of...expensive clothes picking out tops, skirts, dresses and the odd item of underwear. We headed for the changing rooms. The changing area was busy with lunch time shoppers, jut like us. We had to share a cubicle, which suited us just fine. It was a squeeze with the two of us but we managed to get out of our clothes and in to the new items. There was. Her eyes were wide open as she looked upwards. She was the loveliest angel I had ever set eyes upon. I kissed her lips and they felt surprising cold. Perhaps she just had some ice cream I thought. My lover tonight had decided to take the passive approach. Leave me in charge to do with her as I pleased. It was her way of playing hard to get. I kissed down her neckline and teased around her nipples. She exercised total control keeping oh so still as I kissed her nipples with a slow steady pace.. She walked forward a little bit on the tiled bedroom floor, and then she slipped on the wet ground, hitting her round and full ass on the ground with a loud smacking noise as though she had been spanked. Ouch! she cried, moving her hands up to clutch her head. Her legs were slightly spread, revealing her clit and pussy lips. Rachel was trembling, and her underwear dripped so much that some fell to the floor. Veronica heard the juice hit the tiles with a little gasp, trying to conceal herself. It was bound to subside eventually, once her subconscious forgot the way Mona made her feel (and Bev’s eyes glazed over as she almost, almost remembered just how good it did feel, kneeling at Mona’s feet and whimpering with lust at the scent of Mona’s arousal…) She just needed to fight another month, another week, another day. Just one more day, Bev told herself. Just get through today, and maybe tomorrow would be easier. That was the only way to resist. One moment at a time. The door chimed,.