I made her lay face down on top of me, with her waist in my lap. When she climbed onto the sofa, though, she let go of her skirt yet again and let it ...fall and cover her ass.Shirley lay still, so after a minute I stroked her butt through her skirt and told her that I had just punished her for trying to hide herself from me. We discussed her manners until she admitted that she knew she was not allowed to cover her pussy or close her legs, and agreed that it was her responsibility to make sure. The bathroom door was still fractionally ajar and I could see a sliver of the room through the crack including the bottom half of Jen’s bed. I could see a pair of bare feet, a pair of soft calves, a pair of shapely knees, a pair of milky thighs, a pair of flowery knickers and a skirt hitched up around a waist. The other thing I could see was the thing that had stopped me. I could see a hand and there was absolutely no doubt what was about to happen. As I stopped and stared the hand slowly moved. Lucy had, what I can only describe as, a very delicate looking vulva; her tight, olive coloured, pouting outer lips, which concealed her inner glory, were clearly visible through a sparse covering of short golden pubic hair. I shuffled across the carpet, by now my pants as well as my trousers were around my ankles, until I stood opposite her. Again, I was becoming aroused, my penis expanding steadily as I flicked a glance from Lucy’s vulva to her eyes and then back. “Let’s get you really hard. "You know about those? As a matter of fact, it is." Can I come along? I can pay my way, so to speak." Let's talk about that when we meet you, all right?" Sure. I'll be there in an hour." And the line went dead.I replaced the handset on the cradle with a smile. Even as a child, Julia knew that she was privileged, and that she expected the world to bend to her needs, and not the other way around. Growing up in a wealthy family can do that to you, I reflected.Sure enough, in an hour our doorbell.