.she also wiped between her legs with the sheet too. I put on my briefs and t-shirt and sat back down beside her now covered up with the housecoat. ..."A" put her head on my shoulder and thanked me for making her feel vital again, "Anytime," I said. "I was wondering," she asked, "do you ever stroke one off once in a awhile?" "Well...yeah, I do," I answered, "what young guys don't, I wonder." I then got up the nerve to ask,"do you self-pleasure too?" "I did long ago, but now. She did not say anything and this made me a little bolder and I slipped my hand into her salwar. Now my hand was resting on her bum and I could feel the softness of her bum with my hands. She still did not say anything and i could feel her breathing getting heavier. I realised that she also was feeling the heat and did not want me to stop, but due to her thinking that friends should be friends, she told me this is not correct. I asked her ” Do you want me to stop” she said “Do you want to stop”. ”“Do you know just how annoying you are? You take insults like that as if they were nothing!”“Water off a duck’s back,” I said. “Or, more colloquially, ‘sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me’. Just don’t call me a hypocrite - that’s a blood insult.”“That is one thing that I don’t think anybody could ever successfully accuse you of.”“Bethany can. And did. And she was right. But I fixed that, too, by admitting it and apologizing to the person who I’d been hypocritical. "We only have so many makeup chairs, and it takes a few minutes per person," Vlad said. He looked down at Angelique. "Is she with you?" Yes," I said. "Will that be a problem?"Vlad picked up Angelique and placed her on his hip. "Nope, want to go party with some cats?" he asked Angelique.Angelique giggled and then nodded. She seemed a bit tired, but the excitement clearly had given her energy.Vlad turned to the others. "I can wait on a chair today. Anyone want to walk over to the hotel?" I'll get.