No answer; voicemail. Most likely because her lithe, naked body was...I managed to switch my mind away before I crashed into something. I slowed down ...and lowered the roof, put some music on loud and cruised the country lanes for a bit. Called Saffie - still no reply. Called Amanda - no reply either. Why?After an hour I decided Amanda had to be home, surely? Even if she’d been held up a bit. And even if she wasn’t answering. I drove back. Hopefully she’d be in the mood.I opened the garage door,. I said hi, but was too tired for anything else. A few days later I saw her again and finally gave her what she wanted. after she talked about how uncomfortable her bed was I asked to see it (the most basic and direct line I ever used!?). Of course she said yes and we when up. I was ready for a challenge but didn't need to be. She sat on her bed and after a bit of chit chat, she said "I'm on the pill" and opened her legs, showing me her crotch. I grabbed her tits through her jumper and rubbed. The calmness however was deceiving. On the inside they were both self-conscious and they were boiling. Angela was in a hurry to get out of there and she made that clear all the time which made James mad. Secretly he enjoyed her company and he was frustrated that she was so eager to leave.What made him even more angry though was that she talked about Georgia all the time as if she was trying to put a solid wall between them, something unbreakable that protected her. He wanted to tear that. “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” She left hand prints on the backs of the girl’s legs.“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Her right bum cheek received half a dozen full-force smacks.“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Abbie’s left buttock received its share.“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”Jasmine.