Rachel stood drying herself, then walked over to the mirror, looking in it at him, but of course she couldn’t see him. He grinned at the usual grote...que expressions women made in mirrors, examining every detail and blemish on their faces. She started drying her breasts, looking at herself, lifting one then the other to his delight. She walked away over to the bed, her bottom moving deliciously, his tool now very hard in his hand, then she bent over to dry her legs wow! Nirvana! ... her pubes. David pulled away from her and ran his finger through his hair. "How about tomorrow night over dinner. We could invite them out to a restaurant or maybe invite them to the apartment." I think the apartment is better."David felt nervous but he knew he had to do this. They'd been sneaking around too long and he was tired of it. It was time their secret was out no matter how much it might hurt their parents. If they continued to keep it a secret, eventually their own relationship might get hurt.. I was surprised to see the sprouting of fine blonde hairs above her puffy pussy and even more surprised to see little Christa eagerly masturbating.Without hesitation, I pulled her door open and walked in, catching her with her little fingers working feverishly between her rigid, thin legs."What are you doing in here?" she gasped as she saw me, her blue eyes going wide as saucers."What are YOU doing, is the question, Crista!" I said, my eyes beaming down on her as she pulled her hand from. Only four strokes, Mrs Stone registered. It was most likely a first-timer. It must have been a whole minute before the Study door opened and the girl came back out. She was red-eyed and was rubbing her bottom. Mrs Stone looked at the girl and only after a few moments realised that she had squeezed her thighs again as she looked at the crying school girl. Still crying, the schoolgirl looked at the girl sitting on the chair closest to the door and motioned her towards the Study. The other girl.