By the end of the night, everyone had been swapping stories, laughing hysterically about absolutely nothing and eagerly waiting for their next outing.... Camille tossed a piece of popcorn at Samantha. ‘So, is it me or are you going to say what’s going on?’ Samantha turned and blushed as Camille laughed at her innocent response. ‘What’s going on?’ She moved back from the glass and sat next to Camille in one of the chairs facing the field. Camille crossed her legs in the chair and waited. Suddenly she opened her eyes and the eyes of the two girls met for a brief moment. Heart pounding and with glowing cheeks, the girl stepped to the side and the picture in the mirror faded out.The third day Only reluctantly and unfocused the girl was doing her usual work, still thinking at the strange events of the last days. What was it about the strange mirror on themselves, and why they saw it again this naked slave girl? What did it all mean? Determined to go the thing on the reason, the. Steam eventually ceased coming out from under the bathroom door and Mom emerged all clean and pink and dressed in her last set of clothes."I'm going shopping." She announced, "I badly underestimated how much underclothing I needed and there's a couple of other things I want. Do you need anything or do you want to come with me?" That's the joke of the year. Go shopping when I don't have to? I couldn't imagine anything worse. Maybe another tee-shirt and a couple of pairs of underpants?" I was. ” I kissed her and slipped my hand into her halter to fondle her bare flesh. Her nipple felt swollen and before I took her tit out to suck on it, she said, “Mattie, I’m not ready to sleep with you.” I said, “Okay mom, I understand.” They were just words. I didn’t understand. She had admitted that she loved me and wanted me. I did the only thing that made sense to me at that moment. I kissed her and I touched her. And after a long while, she touched me back. She put her hand in my shorts, her.