"Could be," she replied and the conversation drifted on to other things, among them Cherie's outfit. The teen had been choosing progressively tighter ...and more revealing outfits, something they had discussed before."Shall I start calling you Brittany?" skewered Lynette."Oh, Mom. All the girls wear stuff like this, many of them a lot worse than this." We've had this conversation before. I just want you to use some good taste as well as trying to fit in." I know, but this really isn't out of. She then turned and asked if there was somebody that could give Alice a lift home? It was a question that Omo seized upon and said that he would be delighted to give Alice a lift. Maybe it was because she was already aroused that when he opened the door of his vehicle and then ran his hand up her dress and rubbed that heavy growth of hair, she exploded. She kissed and then for the first time ever grasped the groin of a man, something that she had never done, in all the years she had been. David had a nice voice...low and a bit husky...and rather elegant hands...long strong fingers. She imagined his touch, and wanted him to caress her breasts and pinch her always sensitive nipples. She clenched and released the balls inside her repeatedly, and became increasingly aroused. She needed to slow down. Pace herself. Sometimes when she got too frisky with the balls they would take over and.... "Shall we go?" Jill asked as she polished off the wine in a big gulp. David smiled and nodded,. . .And then it was gone. Tabitha labored for breath as boiling hot tears began to flow freely from her eyes. Mrs. Cumming took a step back and felt a tear brewing in her left eye, she hadn't expected that. But she wiped it away and resumed her composure. In front of her Tabitha was inhaling air by the gallon and crying a river of tears. "I'm sorry, miss. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. . ." ---Mrs. Cumming watched silently from the observation window, high above the floor of the dance gym. She.