She loved the feeling of fullness and then the sparks. She was so wet. She could feel her juices running down her thighs. She moved her fingers back i...nside of her. Rubbing them against her bumpy sweet spot. The sensation was intense. Shocks of pleasure shooting through her. Her fingers becoming more and more drenched with each rotation.Her other fingers moved to her clit, still swollen and exposed. Still needing friction in order to cum. She ran her clit through the v of her fingers, squeezing. Cassie, Mary, Jennifer, Liz, Rose? How about Samantha? What was Nicki doing with him during their break? Yet, he's only had his penis in Cassie's vagina. Does he think about it differently than I do?" I laughed at myself."You know, this is what I was planning to talk to myself about while I was alone in my room last night. Instead, I whacked off and went to sleep." I bet you were looking at pictures of Heaven," Rhonda said behind me. I about jumped out of my skin."Rhonda! I didn't realize you. We sat in the lounge for the inquisition. ‘Well, Mike…’ began Erin but Nancy jumped up and offered everyone a glass of wine. ‘Perhaps we should wait until the end of this…’ Erin appeared to be going to say ‘interview’, but stopped. ‘Inquisition?’ suggested Nancy helpfully and received a withering look. Time for a John Wayne example of disregard for polite submissiveness in social discourse with women. ‘Ma’am, let’s cut to the bone and discuss am I told old for your daughter?’ ‘Er, I wasn’t. "Robbie considered this for a few moments, peering into the cloistereddepths of the Lady Chapel. What he sought should have been in there,hidden amongst the racks and stacks and camphor chests. Several times,he'd reached into the cluttered rows, only to grasp a fading mirage. Itwas always on the edge of his vision, hanging just beyond the point ofrecognition.He looked up at Felicity, his expression one of gradual revelation. Thegypsy had been right all along. He hadn't been seeking a dress per.