"And I know it wasn't 'first-date behavior' because you act this way around me all the time."If you don't want to date, just tell me. I'm a big girl. ...If you don't like me, I'm OK with that. But stop trying to make my decision for me. I'll decide whether I like you."I told her it certainly wasn't because I didn't like her and as long as she was OK with things, I'd like very much to see her again."How about tomorrow night," she said. "There's a bonfire and cookout. We can make our polite society. Not that I hadn't dreamed about it.The next week I had a chance to spend a day with Jane. We went throughthe almost 'normal' routine of my becoming Bridget. Jane said she had afree night's stay in Tunica, Mississippi. If you don't know anythingabout Tunica, it's about 30 or 40 miles south of Memphis, and was oncethe poorest county in the nation until they legalized gambling. Now it'sgrown up to a fair-sized "Vegas of the South." It was only a couple ofhours away from us, and she wanted me to. Casey had also been teasing them and playing up her body while out swimming. She knew she was being watched the entire time. By now though she was a little slow as she had drank a lot. She eventually stumbled in and got dressed. She stripped down and wore no bathing suit as it was now wet. She had not planned on swimming there so she had not panties or bra. She put on her shorts, top and shoes and stumbled upstairs. Andrew now looked a little serious. He told her to sit down. He wanted to ask. Watching Hazel fingering herself orgasm and me wanking off for her pleasure was pure heaven but with us being so close, the aroma of her hot wet pussy was too much for me to resist and, after pushing my chair back a little I got down on my knees, between her legs. Now with her legs spread wide and my even closer view I could see just how wet the crotch of her knickers was and I reached over and stroked two fingers over it. When they passed over where her clit was hidden she gasped and cried.