You pinch your nipples and nibble them. Your juices begin to flow freely from your pussy. You sense you are being watched and this turns you on imme...sely. You decide to give a show to whoever might be watching you, although you know there is no one there but you. The exhibitionist in you is rushing forth. You unsnap your bra and slide it provocatively over your shoulders. You slip your fingers under the waist band of your panties and slide them slowly down your thighs and off your legs. "Someone steal your clothes in the locker room, or did you lose a bet and have to wear your sister's clothes to school?" At least I'm not dressed like some tramp," Emily seethed under her breath."WHAT did you call me?" the girl asked, her voice rising.She advanced on Emily, backing her against the opaque window, and looked down at her menacingly.. Emily didn't answer her -- her sneakers suddenly feeling looser than she knew they were. She wanted to disappear. In her platform shoes, the girl was. "Now, you no longer have a crush on Jonas or any other boy right now.You have no interest in boys. Do you understand?" I understand," said Tabitha."Good girl. Open your eyes."Tabitha did as she was told. She felt calm, relaxedThe car's engine shut off and they got out and Ms. Dresner led Tabithato the front door. The house was as elegant and as luxurious as Ms.Dresner herself. Tabitha drank it all in as she was led up thestairs.Ms. Dresner led Tabitha into the master bedroom and they sat. He needed to know the reality, but was also frightened by it. There were a few moments of quiet, but not of inactivity. Unresisted, the Arab reached out and, with a long finger, traced the sweat-wet definition in Zac’s pec meat. ?Are we all going in the truck, now?? The kid asked. ?Not all, no. But if you are anxious to push on, maybe we should.? *******Zac was now in a vehicular sandwich as he scurried along a shallow, dry valley. In front of him was the pick-up, and behind, the Land.