” I stammered, “well ... I ... yes ... Yes! I’m a very horny ticklish girl!” I blurted out, rocking my foot to get some friction on my throbbi...g clit.Where did that come from? I just told these two cute teens that I’m horny. And ticklish! AND a girl, not a woman! I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I was so humiliated, but I did it to myself this time. Why did I say I was horny?The girls just stared for a moment, open mouthed. Then they burst out laughing.Ms. Connor laughed with them. "Oh my!" How screams got the attention of the other girls as Futaba nervously ran out of the ladies room and into the mens. There, a different pitch of voices screamed. "what's the - oh." his hand reached up and touched a woman's breast. He didn't realize he had changed while changing bathroom. "You some kind of pervert?" a girl asked as she stepped from the ladies room at the same time."No!" It's just that-" Futaba found he couldn't explain. He looked over at a blushing Miski. "Hi, I'm Helen," she says in a squeaky almost frail voice, "I'm so glad you came to help out." Hi Helen, I'm Rita," I reply, noting the almost imperceptible grasp of her thin hand against mine, "I'm looking forward to it." Come along, I'll introduce you to the others," Helen urges, gesturing me toward a group of women and one solitary man gathered around a small table covered with an array of various dainties and a large coffee urn. I like Helen immediately. With her slightly stooped posture. Slowly in small groups they entered, each one wishing their somber condolences to the aggrieved, there was much solemn shaking of hands and the occasional tearful hug. It was in many ways a sight familiar to a funeral director, the slouch of the shoulders, and head dangling from a neck too limp with grief to hold it straight. Perhaps it was those sagging shoulders, but those suits never did really look as sharp and proper as they were meant to at these events. Made one puzzle, what was the.