I’m shocked as I watch them as they looked to be flirting. I stand there watching, so many hot thoughts running through my head. Needing confirmatio..., I approach them and smile. Mark introduces us and I laugh to find out he is named Mark as well.We notice the bar is closing and we end walking up to the patio and we all start talking again. I grab my breasts to adjust them since I’m wearing a see-through top that’s nude with a mix of black lace. I’m feeling tipsy and didn’t realize what I was. "I gave in, grabbing the girl from behind, gripping both her elbows, and pulling her arms behind her back. She leaned against me. Her hair was pressed against my chin."So, bitch, do you want pleasure or pain?" What?" Pleasure or pain. Choose."Amandine said nothing for a second, then muttered, I guess to me, "Please let me go."Kayla advanced and reached between Amandine's legs, pressing her skirt up, rubbing."Then I'll choose for you, and I pick pleasure."I bent forward, looking over the girl's. "What's wrong squirt?" Nothing re-al-ly... it's just, well I miss dad." I'm sorry honey but you know he's not coming back. Look I know he's our father but he cheated on mom, and cut us out of his life. Who needs him?" I know, but sometimes I miss him. The way I could sit in his lap and watch TV, and snuggle up. I felt so safe when he held me and told me that he loved me. It just hurts that I'll never have that again."She looked so sad, so starved for attention that I wanted to help. Maybe it. I alternated between rubbing circles around it and twisting on it gently. I displaced my bra and got my other hand working on my other breast. I was starting to get into it when the buzzer signaling the end of the drying cycle sounded. I reluctantly went to swap my load around and reload the washer.When I returned, it seemed to me that the lap top wasn't exactly as I had left it, and the story seemed to be scrolled a little further along than I thought. I blew it off thinking I might have.