We had separate rooms, but for two nights a friend of Mum’s came to stay and Mum offered Tabatha’s room to her and Tabatha had to sleep in the bunk bed in blonde my room. She took the top bunk. That first night when she returned from the bathroom in her night shirt and I watched her lovely bare legs climbing the ladder, my heart began to thaw for the first time in months. She fell asleep before I did, and I lay there listening to her restful breathing. This was a new experience for me. There was an intimacy between us I had never appreciated before. Her smell had moved in with her. Her suitcase smelled of freshly laundered Fucking cotton and her hair smelled of green apple conditioner. Even the minty smell of her breath wafted down from above. I could hear her and smell her and imagine her naked body and imagine her soft warmth as she slept above me. I wanted her, but I couldn’t see or touch her. In the morning Tabatha had gotten up before me and gone for a shower. She came back wrapped in a towel. I was reminded of that night by the pool, but this time it was daylight and I could see better, although I pretended to be still asleep. I hoped that if she thought I was still asleep, she might get dressed outdoor in front of me. With her back to me Tabatha Brunette bent over to get stuff out of her case. I caught the most tantalising glimpse of the diamond shaped thigh gap at the top of her legs. But then she bent her knees and turned her head. She seemed to have that sixth sense that girls have, when a guy is behind them and staring. I quickly shut my eyes before she caught me looking. When I opened them again she had gone back to the bathroom to get dressed. Later that morning, Tabatha went to the beach and Mum and her friend went to Aroma’s for a coffee. With the apartment to myself I took the opportunity to rummage through Tabatha’s stuff. I Toys had inhaled her clean smells last night and now I hungered for her dirty smells. I sniffed the crotch of her bikini bottoms and her panties, but they were all clean and odourless. I made a good show of trying to Toys grab it out of his hands. She moaned and felt her pussy leak outdoor and twitch from being tied to her Master's bed like a sacrificial virgin. “Sure, sure, I’m sorry,” George said Fucking gently. “This is a non-disclosure agreement,” my mom said. How could you?” My full name is Barbara Millicent Roberts, but growing up, my parents, Margaret and George Roberts insisted that everyone call me Barbie. To see what I’ll do, given the choice?” Brian asked dryly. Bend over the table girl.” This had to be a dream, this couldn’t be happening. She got blonde out of the car and grabbed the beer. He quickly freed his penis, through one of the leg holes of the Brunette panties, just in time to squirt his sperm out all over the bathroom vanity countertop.