" Yes Maggie," I said already moving in behind her.Maggie was already gone by the time I woke up. She'd always done that, late to bed, early to rise. ...hen my head cleared sufficiently, I sat up in bed realizing I still didn't know what if anything had happened to Andrea.I dressed hurriedly, forgoing my shower though remembering fondly the late night shower I had taken and enjoyed with Maggie. Dashing downstairs to the kitchen I was slightly surprised when I found coffee made, already waiting. I put a lone finger over my pursed lips and shushed him. As I did, I pulled my skirt higher and rubbed my hand over my pubic region. “No, no, no,” he replied. I stood up and unzipped the zipper of my skirt, allowing it to fall the ground. “No, no, no,” he again replied, as I bent over and retrieved it, placing my skirt in my cart. All I had on at this point was a very wet pair of low cut, black see-through panties and a tight-fitting top. I silently stripped off my top, baring my perky 38D. It wasn’t until after Winter Break I found out what Sara hid underneath all those baggy clothes. One day Sara spent the night over at our house and caught her wearing some tight shorts and a tight tank top. Turns out that Sara was completely skinny as a rail and didn’t have much in the chest department, frankly it looked like bb’s on a chalkboard. But her figure wasn’t sickly or anything like that actually it was the complete opposite. She was toned to wear you could see every muscle clearly. “Trigger stop” I said again and again pushed him away. This time he stood back and looked at me. “Good boy” I said and patted him. He went and lay down in his usual spot but still looked at me. I went and got dressed but went sans knickers. Throughout the day I repeated the exercise. I would request he lick me saying “Trigger lick” and then have him stop by saying “Trigger stop”. He was getting the hang of it by dinner time I think. After dinner I sat down and called “Trigger lick” but I didn’t.