Chapter 73 Home alone with Neighbor Two

• They were so wet that she could feel the juices soaking through onto her finger, and she let herself touch her clit through the wet fabric for a few moments before she took her hand out of her skirt.
• she couldn't do this in the kitchen, she thought, and she quickly made her way to her room, which was downstairs. she left the lights in the den off, the light coming through the windows enough to see, and left the door to her room open so it was lit dimly. she started to unbutton her shirt, wanting to get her bra off so she could rub her breasts properly. she glanced in the mirror as she did so, and laughed at herself, shaking her head. she usually didn't have to masturbate -- whenever she wanted anything, Chris was more than willing to give her what she needed. If he wasn't watching hockey, of course. And when she did touch herself, it was usually at night, in bed, before she fell asleep. she don't think she had ever done this before -- purposely gone downstairs and stripped to masturbate. The thought was kind of exciting.
• she got her blouse off and dropped it on the floor, her bra soon following it. she started to rub both her breast, sighing as she pinched both her nipples. she let herself enjoy it for a few mohernts, before she decided she needed more. she unzipped her skirt and slid out of it, wiggling her hips so it fell to the floor. She looked in the mirror again. Her nipples were hard, the rosy pink nubs sticking out from her pale breasts. she slid her hands down her stomach and hips, her skin tingling with anticipation as she touched her skin. She still had her panties on. They weren't exactly sexy -- just plain white cotton, though they were bikini cut and had a little pink rose embroidered in the center. Even in the dim lighting, she could see the wet spot between her legs. she stared in the mirror, watching as she slid a hand into her panties, rubbing her neatly shaven mound, and gasping as she started to slide a finger along her slit. she couldn't believe how wet she was for a mohernt, until she thought again about Mr. Orton licking her cunt.