I liked touching myself in front of the camera. It felt slutty. It felt dirty. It felt really good.I had this big lollipop. I licked it suggestively, ...then I licked the edge to make it slippery, lifted my skirt, pulled my little white panties to one side, and rubbed the lollipop edge-on in my slit. I actually got a little bit hot doing it, but the lollipop kept getting sticky instead of slippery and I had to keep licking it. I took off my skirt and laid on the edge of the bed naked, with my. I took a seat at the tables and since I hadn't eaten since breakfast when Candy brought me my beer I ordered a steak sandwich. Seven or eight minutes later when Candy brought me my sandwich and set it down in front of me she whispered:"I wouldn't eat that if I were you. I saw Freda spit on it after she took it off the grill. I won't charge you for it. Another beer?" Yes please."I glanced around the room to see who was there and as I did I saw Freda standing in the door to the kitchen watching. I moved to sit cross-legged facing her and leaned forward slightly. She did the same, so I kissed her gently on the lips. There was something a little strange about the kiss. A twinge of some kind.“That was nice,” she said softly.“I thought so, too. Maybe we should try again just to be sure.”She giggled and leaned in for another soft kiss.I felt that twinge again. Something decidedly special.“Yep, that was nice!”“Are you sure?” I grinned. “Maybe a third one, just so we’re certain.”She giggled. But it didn't hurt to take elementary precautions.Lauren had, of course, ended up in my room. I suppose it was silly to keep paying for a third room that no one was using, but it was considerably past check-out time and so the issue was mooted. And if the truth be told, I think there were still valid reasons to refrain from trumpeting our budding relationship from the rooftops.So she was stretched out on the bed watching me write, and I was just about empty of everything I could remember. It.