Acquisition 3/38 (BDSM, NC, WS, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter


The next morning before school, Bess called Pam and told her to that she would meet her at a used furniture store at 12:30. Bess wanted to start on "Pam's Room" in her house. The two women chatted excitedly about what inexpensive furniture could be purchased for the "secret" room at the flea market. They also discussed painting and decorating the room. It was great fun, two friends out on a secret mission. Pam felt like a kid all morning.

The "Girls" had a wonderful time buying an old four poster bed, big vanity and mirror, a dresser and an overstuffed couch that needed to be recovered. They ended their shopping trip at the paint store picking out some dark pastel colors for the walls of the room. The two made excited plans to refinish the furniture and create a hide-a- way for Pam. Even though Pam knew she wouldn't be able to spend a lot of time there, the idea of a place that was just hers really appealed to the middle-aged housewife. She had never in her entire life had a place that was just hers. Bess was helping her fulfill a dream that she had never realized that she had until recently. The furniture was to be delivered the next day so Pam and Bess went to pick up Pam's two daughters at school. Bess treated the Henderson family "daughters" to ice cream on the way home. Bess had a big cone as well, but a sharp look from Bess kept Pam from ordering anything. When the girls asked why their Mom wasn't having any, Bess said that it wasn't on their Mom's diet. Despite that one awkward incident everyone was having such a good time Bess was invited to stay for dinner. It was a wonderful evening and of course none of the unusual parts of Pam and Bess' relationship was discussed. But Pam watched what she ate since Bess was there, after all she wanted to reach her fitness goals and make Bess proud of her.

As Bess rose to leave she whispered to Pam, "Be on time tomorrow. If you can get through your exercises quickly we can work on your room. Also, come to the door with me now I want you to watch me walk home. I want to be sure I'm safe."

Pam did as she was asked and hugged Bess goodbye at the door. She stood in the doorway and watched her friend walk across her yard. When Bess reached her own property, still 50 feet or so from her own back door she stopped and turned to look at Pam. Then she slowly removed her clothes and stood naked in the moon light. She waved to Pam and then walked to her house carrying her clothes. Turning to look at the back of the Henderson home one more time, she disappeared into her house. Pam felt a flush rise through her neck to her face and she heard herself catch her breath. Bill appeared at her side and Pam jumped. "Did Bess get home?" he asked.

"Yes!" Pam replied, thanking God that her husband hadn't seen anything. Bess had taken a chance, but it was exciting.

The next evening after settling her family Pam entered Bess' house remembering to take her shoes off at the door like she was told. She was a few minutes early and discovered Bess watching TV in the living room. Pam smiled and greeted Bess with a bright "Hi, neighbor."

The sound was low but a distinct groan cam from the TV. Pam was shocked to discover that the TV showed a naked couple making love. A muscular man laid on his back while a busty blonde bounced up and down on him. Her large breasts were being squeezed and pulled by the man. Moans continued to come from both the man and woman on the TV screen.

"Bess, what are you watching?" exclaimed Pam. Then she noticed that her neighbor had one of her hands stuck down the front of her sweat pants.

Bess pulled her hand from her pants and turned off the TV with the remote control.

"PAM, don't ever question me like that," exclaimed Bess sharply, "do you understand?"

Pam wilted under Bess' hard look. "I'm sorry Bess," replied Pam sheepishly in a soft voice.

"Well, that's better. Let's go look at your furniture. It was delivered today. Then we can have a workout. If there is enough time we can decide how to refinish and arrange 'your' room." Bess led Pam upstairs. Once in the room with pieces of furniture and a disassembled bed scattered about Bess said, "I don't mind telling you about what was happening downstairs, but you never demand an answer from me. If you ask politely by saying 'please Bess, and thank you Bess', just like you make your little students say. I might tell you." Bess looked sternly at Pam and with a hard edge to her voice said, "Ask me Pam."

Pam gulped and said, "Please Bess, what were you watching?"

"That's better! Pam that was an old sex video that my ex-husband left behind. He used to look at that kind of stuff from time to time. I found a half dozen tapes in a box in the attic today when I was looking to find an old lamp or two for your room. I was doing something nice for you and you have the temerity to question me, you should be ashamed."

"I'm sorry Bess," Pam replied looking at the floor. She felt real shame at causing her friend pain.

Bess smiled at the contrite Pam then continued, "Pam, it has been over two years since my husband left and I haven't had sex in all that time. I know that you have told me that Bill isn't a very good lover but at least you have some of your needs met and more importantly you have a closeness and get to be held some."

Pam was shocked at this admission by Bess but it made sense. Bill was not a very good or inspired lover, but she did have the occasional small orgasm and she did enjoy being cuddled and held by her husband. Suddenly she felt terrible for Bess. "I'm sorry, Bess. I..."

Bess' anger flashed, "Don't you dare feel sorry for me. I admit that I was watching the sex tape and giving myself a little pleasure. I know you once told me you never do that, but I don't have your options do I?"

Then Bess walked up and hugged Pam. "Why do you think I enjoy our friendship so much, "she whispered in Pam's ear. "I need the closeness. I'm your friend Pam, and your hugs are the only human touch I get. I know you were shocked when I got in the shower with you the other day but I just need to be held."

Pam' felt a love and need she had never felt before. It was almost like a surrender. Something she had never felt before. She hugged her friend tightly. "I'm here for you Bess, I'll help you anyway I can."

Bess straightened up. "Good, Pam. I know I can depend on you to do just what I say, and to help me. Just like I'm helping you with your needs and uncertainties.' Bess pulled away, "Time for our workout, Pam. Let's hurry so we can put some of this furniture together later."

In the basement both women disrobed. Bess noted with satisfaction that Pam didn't even pause before stripping off her bra and panties. Pam dutifully hung both women's clothes in the closet. Bess smiled at Pam when the housewife handed her the paddle without being asked.

After almost two weeks the routine was going much faster, and Pam's exercise form was almost perfect. She was only slapped with the paddle a couple of times.

After the work out Pam was breathing hard. Bess hadn't broken a sweat. "Pam, I want you to 'assume the position' ." Pam not understanding said, "Why?"

"That's exactly 'Why' Pam. You had the nerve to question me upstairs and again now."

"I'm sorry Bess. Please..."

"NOW, Pam!"

With a droop of her shoulders and a look of resignation and shame on her face Pam draped herself over the bench.

Bess couldn't help but notice that Pam's ass seemed firmer and stuck up invitingly. Bess felt a delicious shiver run through her as she raised the paddle high then brought it down making a resounding slap sound in the basement. Pam jerked and whimpered as the paddle began its return trip to the top of the arc, poised silently for a moment, then with a whooshing sound returned to the soft rounded buttocks that looked so beautiful, so vulnerable.

By the time Bess had finished, Pam was crying openly. Sweat had begun to form on the athletic tormentor. But there was something else. During the last few swats of the paddle, it seemed that Pam's ass had not rocked to avoid the paddle, but had, in fact risen off the bench in an almost imperceptible movement to reach out towards the pain causing instrument. Almost a movement of welcome!!

Bess pulled Pam from the bench and held her tightly. "It's OK love, its Ok," Bess cooed in the sobbing Pam's ear.

The naked women stopped for a cold drink in the kitchen, then made their way to "Pam's room."

Once there they assembled the bed frame and talked about painting the furniture and walls. Pam said that she could sew some slip covers if Bess would get some material for the couch. Then she said she would like to make a matching bedspread. The two naked women made some measurements of the bed and couch. Then Bess said, "Let's hit the shower, you will need to be going soon."

In the shower Bess washed Pam gently and was rewarded by Pam who was much less inhibited about running a soapy washcloth and even her soapy hands on Bess' body. Pam even commented about how hard Bess' muscles were. Bess told her that Pam would soon be able to feel the long hard muscles on her own body. As they dried each other Bess told Pam that working out made you much aware of your body and she was sure that Pam would find herself looking at herself and running her hands over her own body as her exercising continued. "That's just a byproduct of being aware of your own physicality. "For the first time in your life you will start to love your own body Pam," stated Bess as she began the ritual of rubbing cream into the bright red ass that was lying on her bed.

At the door Pam pulled on her dress and stuffed her bra and panties into her pocket.

Bess hugged her then noticed some grime on Pam's dress. "Pam what is that?"

Pam looked and replied that it was some mess that one of her little students had made grabbing her during class.

"Yes, I've noticed little messes on your clothes in the past. I don't want that mess in my spotless house. Since we are going to be painting and cleaning your room for the next few days and you already have so much laundry to do between Bill, the girls and I-- let's have a new rule. When you come into my house not only will you take off your shoes, but you will also strip and hang ALL of your clothes on this hook by the door. Understand?"

"Yes, Bess."

"Good! Tomorrow is not work out day so we can have great fun starting to fix up your room," Bess smiled at Pam.

Pam hugged her neighbor and dashed out the door. She was beginning to enjoy the feel of her breasts swinging naturally as she walked home.

****

The next day Pam hurried home from the pre-school and after dropping her purse and school bag at her home she literally skipped across the yards to Bess' house. She pulled off her shoes, and started to call out for Bess. Then she remembered, she paused for a minute at the back door, then pulled off her dress. She fingered the straps of her bra for a moment then with resolve pulled down the straps, spun the bra so the clasp was in front and unhooked it. After hanging the dress and bra on the hook she pushed down her panties and hung them up as well.

Bess was at the top of the stairs waiting for her. "Howdy, my naked neighbor, come on up to your room and let me show you what I bought this morning. Pam felt more naked than usual. The daylight was streaming in Bess' windows, until now it had been dark as the women had walked through the house naked. Plus Bess was wearing her usual work out clothes. Until now they had always been naked together. Now only Pam stood, in glorious nudity, in the brightness of the noonday sun.

"I only have a couple of hours then I have to pick up the girls," said Pam.

"That's OK, I'll come with you later, maybe I'll buy the girls another ice cream cone."

Bess showed Pam how she had arranged the room and a dark red enamel paint that she had begun painting all of the furniture in. "Help me paint with this delicious color Pam."

"Are you sure about the color Bess?" asked Pam as she picked up a brush and knelt beside the unpainted vanity.

"PAM! Have you forgotten so quickly. We can make time for a trip to the basement if you need it. I work hard all morning for you and you continue to question me!"

"I'm sorry Bess, please forgive me... Please, Bess, tell me why we are using this color."

"That's better Pam. Tomorrow when we are downstairs for our work out I'll remind you again about being polite to me. Now as for this color, I have a great idea about this room that will make it very striking. We will use only three colors in the room. The blood red we have here, white and black. I know that you wanted pastels and frilly ruffles, but I want simplicity and boldness. I think it suits the new Pam. Don't you? Save the ruffles and pastels for your house with the girls and Bill. I want this room to be different from what you have at home." Bess continued, "I got the material for the slip cover and the bedspread in the bag over there."

Pam jumped to see the material Bess had bought and in doing so her paint covered brush bumped her thigh leaving a slash of red across it.

"See why I wanted you naked Pam," laughed Bess. "Be careful, you don't want to get covered in paint." Bess reached out with her brush and dabbed it across Pam's stomach.

Pam, getting into the spirit, lunged towards Bess with her brush, but the athletic small woman easily dodged the brush and hit Pam on the right breast with another splash of red. Pam moved towards Bess again laughing, but Bess jumped behind her and ran the brush down her spine from shoulder blades into the valley formed by the roundness of Pam's upper buttocks.

"Stop Pam, before I get you completely covered. I'm too fast for you. Lets look at the material," Bess laughed.

Bess pulled yards of black satin material out of the bag. "Can you sew this?"

"Sure, but..." Pam caught herself before she asked the question. She looked up and smiled at her neighbor, "Yes Bess."

"Very good, Pam. And we will paint the walls white. Let's get back to painting. Why are you wiggling around so much."

"That damn paint on my back is running down, you know where!"

Bess laughed, "You mean in the crack of your ass Pam? Then say it."

Pam blushed, "Ok, I've got paint running down the crack of my ass."

Both women erupted into laughter and went back to painting the furniture.

Soon it was time to pick up the girls. "Not enough time for a shower Pam. That paint has dried so put on your clothes and lets go get your girls."

The bright red slashes of paint against Pam's soft white skin had given Bess another idea. For later.

Bess walked Pam back to her house carrying the bag of material.

The two women had a fun afternoon with Pam's kids, but both were very aware that under Pam's clothes, her skin was decorated with splotches of garish color. At the ice cream parlor Bess noticed a poster of a clown holding a bunch of red balloons. She leaned over to Pam and whispered, "Those balloons match the crack of your ass." Pam blushed and whispered back, "my whole backside was that color after you finished with the paddle the other night." Bess smiled back and replied, "I think you kind of liked it." Pam didn't reply but Bess did notice her squirming in her seat.

The next night was a workout night and Pam arrived after making sure her family was in for the evening. She quickly stripped at the back door and headed for the basement. She found Bess already working out and soon she was also well into her exercises. Bess began adding some weight to Pam's routine and demanded more repetitions of each exercise. "We are making progress Pam. After the work out we will get the "week two" measurements, then I owe you a reminder about questioning me."

Bess watched Pam carefully. She really had the routine down and as much as she would have liked to give her a smack, Pam gave her no reason. What was surprising was how Pam looked. Even during the most awkward exercises the naked housewife had the ability to look sexy. Something about how she held her body, the curves and lines made her look very smooth even when she was bent in the most obscene and revealing positions. Bess finally couldn't stand not controlling Pam, so she criticized Pam's toe raises. During this exercise Pam had a weight bar on her shoulder and she had to rise to the balls of her feet from a foot flat on the floor position. The exercise worked the calf muscles, the back of the thighs and the ass as the buttocks squeezed tight at full extension.

"Smack", the paddle fell onto Pam's exposed ass. "Pam you are not staying on the balls off your feet long enough. This exercise will really shape your legs, do it right!" The paddle smacked down again.

After the routine was over Bess measured and weighed Pam and recorded the data on the chart. Pam had lost another 4 pounds and 1/2 inch from her waist. The other measurements hadn't changed. "You're making progress Pam."

"I know, I can tell a difference. I have more energy and my clothes fell a little loose," the housewife replied, clearly proud of herself.

"Your chest hasn't increased but I think that your tits look a little firmer. Do your bras feel any tighter?"

Pam blushed at the word Bess used but replied, "I can't tell any difference, but you were right about being more aware of my body. I catch myself looking in the mirror a lot more than I ever did before."

"That's natural for people who work out, Pam. You'll find yourself touching and rubbing your body too. You will just feel more physical." Then Bess added with a harshness in her voice, "Assume the position. I have to remind you about questioning me like I told you I would. I wouldn't want you to think you could get away with anything."

Pam looked at Bess with trepidation but silently bent over the bench.

Bess gently rubbed Pam's proffered ass with one hand then quickly slammed the paddle down with the other. Between each stroke Bess caressed the reddening ass flesh, then popped it hard. Pam sobbed but didn't object. After a dozen strokes Bess dropped the paddle and dropped to her knees behind her whimpering neighbor. "Don't move," she whispered urgently to Pam. Slowly Bess took one of Pam's ass cheeks into each hand. She could feel the heat from the paddling as she held the soft flesh. Slowly she pulled the cheeks apart. Pam could feel Bess' breath on the pubic hair hidden deep in her crack. Then Pam felt a finger gently touch her asshole and run down to the fleshy folds of her vulva.

Pam's body jerked and she cried, "What are you doing?"

Bess jumped to her feet, "Questioning me again!!,' she shouted and began to rain bare handed slaps down on the tender flesh. Pam began to bawl. In a few moments Bess stopped and pulled Pam to her feet. She hugged her hard. "You missed some of the paint from yesterday. I was just looking to see, so you could wash up in the shower."

Pam begged forgiveness and Bess told her it was OK now. Pam had paid the penalty. Bess held her neighbor and stroked her hair. But Bess knew something else. She had smelled the smell of female arousal on Pam and her finger had felt a wetness between those beautiful legs that was slick. It wasn't the moisture of sweat, it was the moisture of vaginal lubrication.

"Let's go get a shower and I'll get that paint off of you, love," Bess said as she draped her arm around Pam's naked waist and led her up the stairs.

In the shower Bess decided to take their relationship to a new level. She knew that Pam was aroused even if her conservative neighbor didn't realize it herself. This wasn't about sex, it was about control. All of the things that Bess had made Pam do was because she got off on controlling her neighbor. All the things that Pam did willingly were, at their basic level, about giving up control. The cooking, the cleaning, the diet; and even the nudity and the spanking were not about sex. They were about getting Pam to do what Bess wanted her to do. About Pam surrendering to Bess. It could have just as easily been about money or what car to drive. But Bess had stumbled upon something very powerful. Control of the thing that is most precious to a person, their body. Bess had taken control of Pam's body in many ways: Things like what to eat and being naked. Bess was controlling, as much as possible, what Pam's body would look like. Those were very powerful things. Giving up that kind of control, or taking that kind of control of someone was not easy. But Bess wanted it. She wanted to know that kind of control and power. She had never had it before. Everyone else in her life had run away from her dominating personality. But in her neighbor she had found someone who needed to give up control. Give up the battle that ground on in her life, day after day. Bess had no doubt despite the uncomfortable things Pam did at her house, that Pam enjoyed her time here. Looked forward to it as a time when she could turn off the life that weighed so heavily upon her.

Now Bess thought it was time to go further go "inside" the person, take control of some part of the soul. The way to get to that part of Pam was through her family or through her morals. Bess knew better than to screw around with the maternal instinct. Bess knew that you didn't threaten a mother's children or fool with their relationship, because you would surely lose. Besides, Bess genuinely liked Pam's kids and thought that Pam did a good job with them. So there had to be another way, perhaps Pam's sense of morals might be the key. And what greater moral issue did people have than sex? What was more personal?

Bess was not bisexual, but she appreciated Pam's beauty and she was lonely for human touch. She could do this. Bess smiled as she steered Pam into the shower. Yes, sex was the tool that she would use to get literally and figuratively inside her neighbor and bind her to the control they both had begun to explore and both seemed to need. Sex plus the controls like punishment already being used would make Pam hers. "Finally, someone just for me," thought Bess. "Someone, for at least part of the time, I can make into anything I want." The thought made Bess shiver as she said hugged herself to the now wet Pam and cooed, "let me help you get that spot of red paint off, love."

Pam was feeling confused. She loved her time at Bess' house. She was so free here, without worry, without having to make the right decision or say the right thing. Bess took care of all of it. Doing the mindless tasks Bess had her do was not burdensome, in fact it was liberating. She didn't mind the work or the workout, she rather enjoyed it. The spanking had been a shock at first, but it made her feel like a little girl as well. At some level she knew she deserved to be punished. The warm blush on her ass that she could feel even now, hurt, but wasn't hurtful. Was that crazy, or was it just more of being free? Knowing that someone would praise and punish you. Lead you in the right direction. And the nudity. Again she had been unsure at first, but now she couldn't wait to get over here so she could strip off her clothes. One afternoon, with Bill at work and the kids still at school, she had tried walking around her own home naked. But it just didn't feel the same. She was presented with reminders of the girls and Bill at every turn. She just felt silly. But when she came to Bess' house being naked seemed wonderful, freeing. And she was beginning to enjoy her body. She felt better about herself physically. It seemed naughty at Bess' house, but it felt right. And she was feeling sexier than ever before in her life. Even sexier than when she was in college. Not a night went by now that she didn't wish that Bill would make love to her. But he was stuck in his once a week rut. At least Bess enjoyed the freedom with her, something Bill would never understand. Her mind snapped back as Bess slowly released her from a long hug. Pam's breasts regaining their pendulous shape as Bess stepped back. Bess picked up the soap and wash cloth. Leaned forward to peck Pam on the lips with a sweet kiss and said, "Bend over Pam, let me get that paint."

Pam bent over, hands on her knees. Bess watched the water splash on Pam's back, run down her sides and form little rivulets as the water rushed down the swelling sides of Pam's tits. It was sexy watching the water pour off of the lowest point. Little streams of water fell from the tips of Pam's brown nipples. Nipples that were noticeably hard.

Bess kneeled down in the shower and soaped the wide curves of Pam's ass with the wash cloth. Pam wiggled a little. "Still tender Pam? You are still red from the spanking, buts it's a pretty hue." Pam just mumbled something Bess couldn't understand.

With the soap washed off Bess leaned forward and lightly kissed each cheek of Pam's ass.

"OK Pam reach back and spread your cheeks so I can dig out that paint."

Pam hesitated. "Do it! Its not like I haven't seen you," hissed Bess.

Pam reached back and halfheartedly spread her buttocks. Bess grabbed Pam's hands and spread the cheeks wide. "Hold it there, Pam"

Reaching up with the warm soapy washcloth Bess began to run the material from The top of the crack between Pam's buttocks all the way down and under until the washcloth covered Pam's pubic hair. She kept a steady pressure as she rubbed the cloth up and back-- over and over again. It didn't take long before Pam's breath was coming in ragged gasps. The simulation of the coarse material and the slick of the water and soap soon had Pam's entire crotch warm and tingly.

"Is... I... Isss it clean... y... y... yetttt?" Pam moaned.

"No not yet, stand still and close your eyes, just a little while longer."

Pam closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. The washcloth continued to make pass after pass. God, Bess is getting me off. I'm about to have an orgasm, thought Pam.

"Besssss, please, what. OHHH stop OOHH."

The movement continued driving her crazy and finally it happened. Pam didn't want it to, but she couldn't help herself. Her orgasm swept over her, causing her knees to buckle and to lose feeling in her hips and legs. No feeling except the delicious warmth that was spreading outward from deep in her belly.

As Pam staggered Bess dropped the cloth, grabbed her neighbor and lowered her down on the shower floor. Bess Cradled Pam in her lap. Pam's thighs flopped open uncontrolled as shivers of orgasm continued to flow through the body of the middle-aged mother. Bess looked down. Pam's labia were slightly swollen and reddish from the blood that had engorged her female organs during orgasm. The pussy lips were pouty and visible in the wet mat of pubic hair, as the shower water continued to beat down on the women.

Bess let her hand trail down the beautiful body to Pam's cunt. Gently she let a finger trail between the folds of Pam's pussy. Pam was still coming down from her orgasm and unaware of the invading finger. Bess slowly let her finger push between the folds until it was buried to the first knuckle. "God, Pam's pussy felt like silk," thought Bess, "It is like my finger is stuck in hot butter. What a wonderful cunt this woman has, it makes me understand why some women are lesbians."

Bess rocked the tip of her finger in and out of Pam a few times.

Pam had buried her face in Bess' neck and was only now gaining control of her breathing.

"Let see if I can get her to cum again," thought Bess.

She buried her finger to the second knuckle, and this time Pam shifted slightly.

Bess changed her tactic and slowly rotated her finger in a circular motion inside the cunt of Pam. The circles were small and Pam's arms held Bess a little tighter.

Pam was coming down from her orgasm and felt the pressure of Bess' finger as it gently spun inside her.

"Bess," Pam moaned. Her mind was a mass of conflicting emotions. "This is wrong. I shouldn't... you shouldn't... "

"Pam it is OK, you need this. I'm telling you to do it. Listen to me, its OK. You know that you need to do as I say. Close your eyes relax, enjoy the feeling. It's OK. You're so good. This is just for you and me it has nothing to do with your life outside my house." Pam was amazed at the feeling of Pam's cunt walls. Her finger was now buried to the hilt in Pam. Bess stopped the circular motion and began moving her finger into the traditional fucking in/out movement. Pam's pussy was very wet and the heat that Bess felt on her finger was amazing. Despite being slick with lubrication the skin of Pam's cunt clasped at Bess' fingers. How could a cunt so wet be so grasping? It felt like liquid velvet on her finger.

Using her other hand Bess spread Pam's legs a little further giving her invading palm more room. Pam didn't resist and began moaning on Bess' shoulder. Bess pushed the heel of her palm down and began applying pressure to Pam's clit. Very quickly Bess felt more wetness surround her finger, and then another shudder wracked through Pam's body.

It was quiet in the shower. Only the sound of the splashing water, Bess' excited breath, and quite sobs from the housewife and mother who had just had her first orgasm with someone other than her husband. The glow in her body couldn't hide the fact that she knew some new door in her life had been opened, and some of the old parts of her life were forever changed.

After resting, the women dried off. Pam couldn't look Bess in the eye. But the routine took over and soon Pam was lying on the bed while Bess massaged her abused ass with lotion. Only tonight Bess allowed her lotion covered fingers to trail between Pam's buttocks and across her ass and cunt. Bess didn't finger her again but caressed her tenderly as if to show that it was all right.

Finally Bess whispered, "Time to go, Pam."

The routine got back to normal. At the back door Bess hugged Pam goodnight and Pam slipped into her dress, sans undergarments. "Pam, you are exercising well. Only your toe raises are not up to par. Tomorrow is not a workout day but I know a way to help you with that exercise. Its really important for your calves, thighs and butt." Bess looked into Pam's face, trying to read her emotions. Bess could tell that Pam was still unsure of some of the evening's events, so Bess added, "And remember-- what goes on here between you and me is special. It has nothing to do with anything across that property line."

Pam sighed, smiled for the first time since the shower and ran across the yards, back to her family. She wanted to see if her girls had gotten to sleep. Even with those family thoughts, before she crossed into her own yard Pam realized that her bouncing tits under her dress felt good and her nipples were hard.
