It was becoming an obsession. I was walking around always horny. My pussy itched and I swear if he was in the room, I could feel my juices running dow...n my legs!I kept telling myself no. As long as it was something I thought about while finger fucking, or masturbating with a vibrator, I was doing nothing wrong! I thought hard about calling my brother, but damn it, I am old enough to sort 'this' out myself. 'This' went on for months! Every day I needed to 'rub' thinking about him. I wanted to. For one thing, she wasn't given Eric's male clothes to put on. Instead thegirls insisted on repairing her makeup and dressing her in a new outfit.There was a set of bra and panties in black lace, together with a matchingsuspender belt, to which sheer stockings were attached. A black mesh top,through which the lacy bra was plainly visible, was matched with a tightred skirt. The ensemble was completed with black and red high-heeledpumps. Tiffany groaned as she saw these, as her calves were. ?Are you sure no-one knowsyou?re here now?? Missy nodded. ?No-one, myMom was home when I left, but she didn?t see me.? A brief flash of alarmcrossed Miss Bailey?s mind. ?You?re sure?? Her voicebetrayed a bit of her alarm, but Missy, busy watching the scenery didn?t pickup on it. ?Sure, she was in the bath? Miss Bailey relaxed, thetrap had worked. Soon the city gave way tothe countryside and Miss Bailey was turning right and left down various backroads until Missy was quite lost. Miss Bailey. Sam chuckled, he had always hated that song, but then again, he didn’t know anyone who liked You’re Beautiful… in fact, even James Blunt admitted it was ‘annoying’. ‘Aye, but that song was about seeing an ex on the tube.’ Jack snorted and nodded slightly, ‘Chance’d be a fine thing, eh mate?’ Sam’s eyebrows flicked up as he solemnly bobbed his head slightly. He swallowed the last of his tea, and decided he would have to make a decision by the end of tomorrow. It would be Friday, his birthday.