“Good girl,” Emma said leaning over me, her lips pressing against my ear. “I bet you secretly quite enjoyed that though didn’t you?” she whi...spered huskily in my ear. As she moved away from me, I realised how much my body was shaking. Fuck I was so turned on. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead, as well as the juices from my pussy dripping down my inner thighs. My whole body was dying for release. “Oh now that is crafty,” I heard John say behind me. “She is going to hate you for. I can just meet you in the lobby if you'd like.''Sounds good. Maybe we can grab some breakfast on the road. I rented a car, so at least we won't have to hitch a ride.'We both laughed at the image of us out in front of the Radisson, with our thumbs out.'Well, I'm going to go upstairs. I should probably call my daughter - but I can already hear the dire warnings to be careful and all that stuff I used to tell her. You'd think I was seventeen and stupid.''So don't call her. Save yourself the grief. “Did I hurt you somehow?”“No,” Clarissa said, shaking her head. “But if you could just go ‘cold turkey’ because Lara asked you to, and then stick to it without any apparent trouble, you’re fooling yourself about your past behavior and thinking. In fact, I’ll prove it.”“I know what you’re going to say,” I sighed. “And no, I am not going to say I shouldn’t have been with you or Milena.”“Hang on! Just those two?”“The ones which weren’t casual, didn’t have negative outcomes, and which I can’t say. .." Don't you even go there, John Robinson," she hissed with a grin. When the rest of the crowd got to the table, Missy told everyone else about the party, and the rest of lunch was filled with the girls all talking about what to wear.The party on Saturday went well. Tracey had been excited about Missy's comment about being the best caterer in Ridgemont, and she set out to prove it, handling it with her usual ease despite the short notice and not having Liv or me available to help out. Liv was.