"To change the subject again,though, Sophie, she- she kinda thinks you might have just ended thestrike. In our favour, like." I?d be lying if I said t...hat wasn?t part of the plan," Rachel saidsoftly. "But the real reason I did the interview is that I- I justdidn?t want to be silent anymore. I mean, yes, I don?t want to be the?face of sexual assault? either, but I- ugh, I dunno. I just couldn?tcarry on the way things were, I just had to do SOMETHING." Well, either way, you?ve got infinite respect. The only agreement she had to makewith Patty was that they would eat there and Patty would cook dinner forthem.Patty was not only excited but couldn't wait until that evening. Cindyhad mixed feeling about all this but had butterflies churning in herstomach all day. Walking naked back inside her huge closet she picked upthe dress Patty hand picked for her to wear that evening. It was a thinfloral dress with bright colors. Thin straps with a built-in bra andvery short. Cindy decided on a thong. His friends had left but they returned everyday to watch her.Her thought hunted her, yearning her lustful desires. Afraid she would act on her thoughts and unable to escape the excitement that made her cunt swell every time she caught the boys staring at her. She needed to masturbating daily or she would go insane. She grew hungry to expose herself that some days she would walk around wrapped in only a towel.Knowing they wanted to fuck her made her blood boil but it was her son's desire to fuck. While still kissing, he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, before tracing a line with his fingertips down her neck to her breasts. His hand circled a breast, slowly spiraling upward toward the areola, but not touching it ... yet.He moved his kisses from her mouth to her neck. His tongue sought for that particular spot which would cause her to pant. She tilted her head back giving him ample room to search for it.He moved his hand to the other breast and spiraled upward in the same.