I drove over to the house, but parked across the street, and didn’t move to get out.Jeana didn’t recognize where we were or understand why we had ...parked here but were sitting in the car. I turned to her and said, “Jeana, this is actually very painful and very personal. I have to ask you, please, not to tell anybody what I am about to tell you. Nobody, not your friends, and certainly not your parents, and I can’t tell you why until you agree.”“I don’t understand,” she said, confusion tinting her. “Mom? Got a moment?”“Just a second!” sounded through the door. Less than a minute later, the door opened a crack and Becca peered out. “Ashley?”“Mrs. B wanted to know the dress code. I figured you could tell her.”“Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll be right out.” Becca closed the door.“I don’t want to be any trouble,” said Megan.“No, it’s okay. Mom and Dad probably got a little busy and she’s still getting dressed.” Ashley giggled as she said it.Megan grinned. “Like you and Nick?”Ashley. She looked into his deep brown eyes, feeling drawn into them almost like she was falling.Looking down at the glass she raised it to her lips and took a big gulp almost finishing the whole glass in one swig. Placing the glass on the table she turned towards the door, “I am sorry, I shouldn’t have come.”“Susan wait,” Michael’s hand grabbed her arm and spun her back towards him, her hand coming up and ending up on his chest.“We shouldn’t,”“Yet you are here, I am not going to dissect your personal. "Now I was getting mad. He was cocky and seemed to have no sense ofdecency about touching me in such a personal area. I had been scared andembarrassed by his attention, but this triggered a defensive responsefrom me, unfortunately I tripped over my words when I tried to set himstraight."Jeff stop that. My pussy is not wet because of you. I mean, my cock isnot wet. Aggh, whatever, I've just been leaking because it's been such astressful day. I've just dressed this way because June asked me.