She let her hand explore this excitement as the two women continued on in an endless embrace.Her dress had drifted a few inches above her knee and Mar...cy took advantage of this to do some exploring of her own. Barb could feel the excitement of a delicate hand moving up her stocking clad leg until it reached the smoothness between her stocking top and her tiny panties."Oooh! I can't believe it. Stockings and a garter belt. How sexy, Barb."Marcy let one finger trail across the tiny piece of cloth. We have a neighbor aunty called meenakshi who is a friend of my mother, they used to sit together once me and my brother leave for the college. As my friends used to tell me that I am very sexy I got an attraction on girls as they used to touch my buttocks and boob during the class hour secretly. Slowly interest turned towards girls and aunties whenever I go our I looked for the ladies buttocks and their boobs. I got attracted towards my mother and the neighbor aunty I slowly developed an idea. She hadn’t become the sorceress she was by fleeing from danger. Her journeys would never have begun if she hadn’t learned to poke at danger with a stick. “I’m not going anywhere,” she insisted. “And you still built your wards to accept the family key. You don’t really want to isolate yourself.”“Force of habit,” Trigru said. “And a mistake.” He narrowed his eyes at her. The squinting of his eyelids focused the glow of his gaze, making the light sharper. But after a lifetime, he knew her.. Just as they expected, around a cluster of chimneys and rusty satellite dishes there was a water container. Something taken right from a western movie. It resembled something between a bathtub and a large open whisky barrel, just big enough to lay down in it. They guessed it used to be some sort of fire safety measure, but instead of being dirty and full of algae it was white, clean and the water inside seemed fresh. Pete briefly contemplated why and who takes care of the basin, but decided to.