The other two boys giggled. I loved those guys but they acted so stupid sometimes."Of course I masturbate. I'm a grown woman. Do you?" Well, uhhh ... ...Gee. Sure." What do you think about when you masturbate?" Wellll..." Any of you. What do you think about when you masturbate? I wanna know."Silence.Look. I knew they liked me, OK? And I could see them getting hard inside their swimsuits when we were swimming in the lake and they were looking at me in my bikini.I was just setting them up but they. Becky and I spent the night cleaning my new room. We took all three pieces of furniture, the bed, a nightstand and a small table, out of the room. The mattress, I decided, would have to go. We discarded most of the junk we found, storing only the things that my mom claimed were irreplaceable. The closet was loaded with more junk, some of which was transferred to my mom's room because she refused to part with it. Did she hold out hope that Heather would return?At ten p.m. when I walked Becky. A sharp slap on your bottom brings you back with a little gasp. Have I told you what your little gasp does to me? It ignites my want, like lighting a firecracker and watching it sparkle until it explodes into all those colors.As you settle, I take your hands and pull them to the small of your back and keep one of my hands there to hold you steady. With my other hand, I start the slow drag of taking your panties down to your knees.I love watching your bare bottom appear slowly as I pull your. Elemental watchers wouldreport if anyone with power decided to visit the warehouse again."He won't be liking that." Osgar smiled looking down at Lady Kinsley. Hetook a few steps forward but stopped, the feeling of lethargy pulled athim. By sheer strength of will, the former Sergeant remained upright."No choice, really." Rebecca grimaced. Why did it sap everyone's strengthand why was Lady Kinsley unaffected. Looking up she caught her sister'seye, she too was thinking the same thing.Osgar's eyes.