'Am at party now,' Petra's message reads. 'Having lots of fun. Ashley iscool. What are you going to do about it?' I let out a loud snort oflaughter at...Petra's last sentence as we've both established that theanswer to it is 'nothing'."And I am sorry I didn't go with you when you left the group," Petrasays. "But after three years of everyone in school making fun from myaccent, I- I just could not go back." Yeah, well, it's not really any more fun when you're on the other sideof it," I sigh. "I. ." Her eyes move to his. "What? Do what? You shouldn't.... you weren't suppose to be home. What do you mean you do the same thing?" Moving towards her his hand moves away from the thick bulge in his pants. I do the same thing you do. With my pillow. Only.... wait let me show you." Scott turns and runs to the hall way. Misty doesn't know to follow him or not, but just stands there with her finger still rubbing her pussy. He returns with with two large bath towels. "Here give me your. Faye scooped up a huge pile of cutlery, then followed him out, the knives, forks, and spoons nestled in her arms. John started putting out the plates, then watched in fascination as Faye started setting the places with deft, uncannily precise motions of her dexterous purple fingers. Her hand moved back and forth to the pile of cutlery she held against her chest, setting each place with a strangely unnatural rhythm and speed. She worked in a blur as she circled the table and when she finished,. I’ll meet you in the den.”She could almost feel Matthew’s gaze burning into her as she walked toward her room. Running her hands over her dress, she made a conscious effort to ensure the shimmering satin was framing her hips. Knowing well his gaze was fixated on her ass, she paused at the hall, turning and flashing him a sexy smile. “Better get that wine,” she advised before disappearing down the hall.When she returned, Matthew was relaxing on the couch, idly sipping the moscato while he.