We need to talk.” Actually I realised that was the last thing he needed to do. His head was in his groin and wouldn’t be satisfied until I release...d him. Then I became conscious of something else. It hit me like a battering ram with a real force. I didn’t feel guilty about Ian and our sexual feelings for each other. Teresa had helped there by unfurling my confidence in myself and importantly my sexual self. I was a woman who could be in charge of her sexual life. Sheer delight at that thought.. I rolled up her pants a little and pulled off her white cotton socks, revealing that her toenails were painted bright red. Interesting that she would do that, given she would probably never wear open-toed shoes. The reason was plain: wisps of fine, dark hair decorated the tops of her feet and toes.In any case, whatever her regular pedicure regime was, I had upset it, and she was making me pay for it. On my knees in front of her, I did my best not to disturb her reading as I worked, trying to. There were small white daisies weaved into her curls, and they danced when she moved her head. My mother made it a point to talk with her, and pull her into other conversations. ‘Can you look any more smitten?’ Angelica whispered. My eyes snapped to hers, my mind now aware. ‘She is so happy,’ I quietly replied. Angelica smiled and kicked my leg under the table. I laughed at her sister-like maneuver. ‘Will you take me riding tomorrow, my Prince?’ Angelica asked in a less quiet manner. I would. I looked out the corner of my eyes and noticed he was watching me. He said he was jealous of my dick. Then asked if I liked the movie. I said yea it will do. I asked him why he was still watching. He said "He wished he had a dick like that to play with". I replied "shut up it isn't that big" He stood up and I looked at his dick. It was semi hard. He had some very thin and short pubic hair. I told him its not that much smaller. So he told me to stand up so we can compare. He put his right next.