Chapter 6

“Okay, you blue-haired hippie,” Abigail said. “It’s time to find out what dangerous weapons you’ve got hidden under that ankle-length skirt of yours.”

She slid her hand under the hem of Tara’s skirt, then slowly started to feel her way up those long, tanned legs. “Mmm…they’re so soft,” she murmured admiringly as she approached the upper reaches of Tara’s thighs.

Her fingers gently brushed Tara’s slender, dark labia, which were glistening with a sticky mixture of perspiration and vaginal lubricant. Her thumb tickled the tiny button of Tara’s clitoris

“Oh, God!” Tara moaned and wriggled. “Christ, you’re good at that! I think I’m gonna cum already!”

“Well, don’t make too much noise,” Abigail whispered. “There are people watching.”

Tara jerked up and looked around, then shrugged and lay back down. “Let them watch. I don’t care.”

Abigail whispered again. “That guy over there in the green body paint. He keeps looking in our direction. I think he’s masturbating.”