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Felicity pushed away from the computer before making her way to the front of the house. True, this was her parent's house, but Chief and Mrs. Braddock had just left town for a week in Bermuda, so she had the giant estate all to herself. Which made it ideal for clandestine trysts with presumably sexy boys from the internet. She'd seen pictures -- Grace had snatched one on her camera phone and Felicity had to say -- she liked what she saw.
Making her way back to her bedroom, she started to let her hand reach for the back of her skirt, dragging down the zipper and kicking it to the floor at the foot of the stairs. Next was followed by her heels, left on intervals on the stairs and then a trail of clothing leading right back to her bedroom. If the boy was any kind of smart, he could follow her lead.
Her panties hit the floor at the doorway to her bedroom, before she slid back slowly on her bed. As she leaned back into the pillows, she let her hands run over her body, and pretty soon she was so caught up in what she was doing that she didn't care if he actually showed or not. If he didn't take the bait -- his loss, not hers.
Making her way back to her bedroom, she started to let her hand reach for the back of her skirt, dragging down the zipper and kicking it to the floor at the foot of the stairs. Next was followed by her heels, left on intervals on the stairs and then a trail of clothing leading right back to her bedroom. If the boy was any kind of smart, he could follow her lead.
Her panties hit the floor at the doorway to her bedroom, before she slid back slowly on her bed. As she leaned back into the pillows, she let her hands run over her body, and pretty soon she was so caught up in what she was doing that she didn't care if he actually showed or not. If he didn't take the bait -- his loss, not hers.
