"With Mary asleep, we don't have to do this. Can I take all of this off?" She had been fastening the clasps to what I suspected a corset, but stopped ...now and came to face me. She wasn't mad, not really. She looked as if I had just said blasphemy or baby talk; her face had a look of incomprehension on it. "Bobby," she said finally. "You don't even want to suggest that again. Ever. I tell Mary everything. She is my best friend. I keep no secrets from her. And you should keep in mind, that this. I just about had my self-control back and my dick under control when she came back downstairs. NO WAY! How does she know exactly what to wear to drive me crazy. She came down in some super tight, white pants and her tits were squashed into a blue, button up shirt that was doing everything it could to contain those big beauties. So much for controlling my cock. She came down and there was no doubt that she knew what she was doing to me. With a little hint of a smile she said, “He is still. The muscles in her neck tightened as she half raised herself from the bed and, with a growl, began humping her hips upwards.. Alice leant down for another kiss and as soon as their lips locked, she began to pump harder, in shorter, faster bursts. Marcia tried to moan but her young lover’s tongue was circling the inside of her mouth. The faster she pumped, the harder she tried. Her hands left Alice’s breasts, reaching out sideways. Her fingers curled as they gripped at the silken bedsheets in. ’ Karen’s fears were quickly forgotten as she talked with Christie. Everything was fine, until later that afternoon…. ‘Mr. Mendoza, may I go to the bathroom?’ asked Karen. ‘Yes.’ Karen hurriedly walked out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. She opened the bathroom door and there stood Betty, fixing her hair in front of a mirror. Karen steeled herself and walked into the bathroom. She got as far as the first stall when Betty turned around. ‘Hello, there little girl,’ said Betty. ‘You.