Did you know I have a belly ring? I ask stupidly, not sure what else to say, but he smiles reassuringly, sensing my nervousness, and asks to see it. I...realise that this means I will have to take off my dress, and I attempt to pull it over my head smoothly. He watches, undoing the buttons on his shirt and dropping it to the floor. All does not go well and I get a little tangled, but he smiles indulgently as I wrestle my way out of it, finally standing wearing only bra and panties, black and. She stopped laughing when I told her some of how things had gone thus far. It was easier telling her what a wimp I had been, since another woman already knew. Odd how that can be, huh? Then I asked her if she could give me some advice on how to get a judge to order Madeline to turn over the skates."That's complicated," she said frowning."What you mean is that it would take too much time to do for free," I suggested."No, I mean I may NOT be able to answer the question." It can't be THAT. But Ben will you come with me?"I shake my head, "Sorry Stacy, while you no longer have your parents chasing you, my problems haven't disappeared."She looks sad, "But we could find someplace together to hide."I answer, "It wouldn't work. You're a celebrity and no matter where you go the paparazzi are going to hunt you down and find you. And then there's Ms. Donaldson. She's still looking for me and if she finds us together she might try to hurt you."She questions, "So what are you going to do?"I. She seemed to be exploring, pinching, teasing, testing and trying to find what I liked the best. I could feel sensations all over my body and had to lay back on the bed. It felt so different from the backseat grabbing I experienced with my last boyfriend. I could hear small noises escaping me and I had to do something to feel less helpless. I brought her face back to my own and kissed her deeply to try and get her hands to stop teasing me. She paused only briefly and then ran her fingers over.