Chapter Nine
Coming Home
Rachel passed the drive in a pleasant, rosy-colored haze, for Lisa, smiling gently, had suggested that the girl masturbate. “No need to work too hard for another orgasm so soon, sweetie,” she advised with an offhand shrug, “but go ahead and keep a good buzz on if you like.” She turned her head and smiled kindly. “You deserve it.”
Gratefully, then, the brunette had slouched down in the tanned leather seat, pulled up the brief hem of her dress, spread her bare knees wide, and begun to stroke herself in the split pink flesh beneath her soft furry belly. Mm, it felt good. And while she did that, the woman beside her, with one hand on the wheel, simply reached over and rested her other hand gently upon the top of Rachel’s pale thigh. Her friendly, faintly proprietar
