It is morning, almost nine o’clock when she stirs as she hears Donald enter the room again.She feels her stomach growl a little, and hopes it is not... audible. It has been so long since she last ate anything. In her excitement of finally seeing Donald again, she only had a piece of toast at breakfast yesterday, and then about four crackers with cheese at lunch. And there hadn’t been time for any dinner with all that happened since she got here last night.She is rather thirsty too.So it is a. ?How wet is she?? she asked. The stroking stopped and I braced myself as the girl on my right eased meforward and ran an enquiring finger along my oozing girl-lips. She held thefinger up. Jackie nodded in acknowledgement. I wanted so much more from that finger. I wanted the thigh stroking to continue.I found myself now squeezing by thighs together, though not daring to crossmy legs. I was on the verge of an orgasm and must obediently suffer my terriblefrustration. I lightly bit my lower lip and. I realized that I had slept the entire trip. No wonder, we had left our house at like three in the morning, and of course I had been up until like twelve at least talking to my best friends. Yeah, three hours of sleep, not a good thing.Then it hit me, it was all a dream. My parents didn't actually understand. Peter wasn't talkative and happy. He wasn't going to see Hayley. I wasn't going to feel safe in Kyle's arms as he hugged me. I felt like crying. I dug around in my bag, and pulled out a. He was tall, athletic but not heavily muscled, and with dark-brown, shoulder length hair that he was always careful to style into place. Left untamed, it had a tendency to curl; I liked it better that way, longed to run my fingers through it, but he thought it made him look like he was wearing a bad powdered wig. And at an even six feet, he towered over my diminutive 5 feet and six inches.Holding the note, I started up the stairs, following the carpet of red petals. I wondered briefly how much.