"How are you feeling now, Karen?" Much better, thank you, Eileen. I'm much stronger and we had a walk in your lovely garden. May we see what you've bo...ught, please?"Eileen smiled: she remembered when she was Karen's age, and how much fashion played a part in hers and her friends lives at that time. Karen had not had that early socialisation and contact with girls of her own age, but apparently that had not affected her interest. Even after all this time since her Freddie had died, it still. I offered him a beer and Jill tried to stop me. I reminded her of the rules and she sat down without saying anything else. My dirty little mind went into overdrive. I suggested Matt hangout with us for a while so we could get to know him. He agreed. After about three beers I could tell Matt was feeling pretty good. Tami wanted to do something else so I came up with the go-to game, “Quarters”. Bounce a quarter into a glass to make other people drink. We moved to the coffee table and went over. "I'm going to bebeating them off with a stick." If--he shivered in horror and watchedthe girl's breasts tremble delightfully in the mirror--if she doesn'talready have someone. What were the odds that a girl like this didn'talready have a beau?He slipped back into her silk pajamas, and couldn't help but admire hersoft bottom in the mirror as he walked away, her white panties flashingwith each stride.For the next three hours he scoured the apartment. He found no diary, nojournal, no letters, no. I could feel my flesh tingling in the heat. I could also feel damp forming between my legs, and it wasn't from perspiration. I was aroused, more aroused than I could ever remember. Sitting there waiting had to have been the longest ten minutes of my entire life. Sweat formed rivulets that ran between my breasts. I could hear liquid dripping onto the floor, and the thought that it could be from my aching cunt made me smile. Eventually they left, and the man stepped outside. I suddenly thought.