She looked at her Mom, who was staring at her."I woke up with a different nightgown on then when I went to bed. I don't remember changing it. So I am ...ot sure Mom." Eh, I did that about four this morning dear. We, I and your Dad found you outside with blood all over your gown. Someway you had cut your finger."She came over and set near Katy then she grasp her left wrist turning her hand over showing the scar on the middle finger.Katy squeezed the finger tip. "It doesn't hurt." I washed it with. Right now I'm sitting here on the edge of my chair, my legs spread as far apart as they can be and my left hand is caressing the inside of my thigh. God I wish it was your hand, or better still, your tongue touching me there. The thought of your tongue sets me on fire and I feel like my insides are burning with my need for you."My hand just found my pussy and I'm tracing the outline of my wet, swollen lips. My clit is burning and I know that if I touch it I won't be able to hold back any. I loved flying and decided that when I came back for my second life I was going to be a pilot. We got on really well together, and with Colin’s Italian, and Mel’s organising ability, and my talent for flirting with waiters, hotel managers, taxi drivers policemen and street cleaners, we made an impressive team. We visited Florence, Rome, Venice, Sienna, Perugia and other places I can’t remember. We hired a car, which Mel drove most of the time, and thank goodness she wasn’t a mad driver or I’d. I wasn't really thinking about anything in particular as I got to the bridge. Once I crossed the bridge, I was planning to cut across the parking lot, then walk the last quarter mile to my house.That's when I heard it, that unmistakable high pitched screeching sound I'd only ever heard coming from Randy's bedroom, when Tiffany was having one of her good orgasms. I knew right away that it was Tiffany making those sounds. I stopped walking and listened, hoping to pin point where she was. It was.