"Don't worry about it, "she said in a maternal voice. "Just close your eyes and let go." She'd never really liked Bianca. She'd seen her type before b...eautiful or not she was a queen bitch. But now in this crazy world she was lost and scared and needed reassurance. Natasha sometimes forgot these confident sexy girls were only just eighteen. She moved her hand up to the girl's perfect domes nails trailing to her nipples; Bianca giving a silent gasp."We have no choice, remember that." Her teacher. Her one-and-one-half-inch, square-cutsculptured nails were the same silvery-rose hue, and gave her hands along, slender, feminine appearance. She was obviously a devotee of BigHair; her full, fluffy blonde waves surrounded her head like a goldenhalo, softly caressing her shoulders and back. She was part Angel, partVixen.It took a moment to realize she was ME.Mimi entered quietly while I was lost in my discovery. She stood by myside with her arms around my waist, beaming radiantly."You look. Then she lifted her chin at me.My fingertips crawled up to my own breasts.Celi nodded at me with a grunt.I caressed my stiff nipples through my sports bra, my clit pulsing in my shorts. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was a married woman with a husband at home.It felt so good.Celi breathed harder. Suddenly she bit her lip. Her body shook as she dropped the phone on the linoleum floor and fingered that pussy like she was mining for gold. Her broad backside undulated as her orgasm rose. “That outfit makes you look sexy. Do your parents know how it looks on you?”“I’m supposed to have panties and a skirt on; but, it feels so good like this. You want me, don’t you?”“Want you? What do you mean?”“You want to put that in here.”She is pointing at my hard on; her hand is cupping her pussy. Is it that obvious what my desire is? There really isn’t any defense against the truth.“I have done it before, you know.”“Done it?”“The boy next door where I live: we do it all the time in his tree.