But where was Josie? The bedroom was empty except for her blond sister's blue dress and pink panties draped carefully across the back of a chair. Ronnie went to the bathroom door and tapped politely.

"I'm taking a bath," Josie called back.

"You just took one."

"I felt like another." There was the splash of water. Ronnie frowned. She had the suspicion that her young sister had more in mind than mere cleanliness. She seemed to forever be in a bathroom. Just peeing took fifteen minutes. And a bath could go on for hours.

"Are we going to go shopping or not?" Ronnie called, pressing her ear against the door.

"You're the one who went running off to snap pictures," Josie called back.

"Well, hurry up. I'm going to lay down for a little while."

Ronnie skinned down to nothing but her gold anklet and stretched face down on the bed. She crumpled a pillow under her breasts and another under her belly. Then, closing her eyes, she tried to remember exactly how the young man had looked. Mark. He'd been really nice-looking. Gently Ronnie pried her cunt open. Then she spread her legs as wide as they'd go, letting the inner folds bloom out with a sticky sound. She fingered them tentatively, exciting herself by stages. As if to surprise herself she plunged a middle finger in to the hilt and yanked it out again. In and out she speared herself with ever-increasing speed.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh shit!"

She began to move her curvy ass up and down against the pillow under her belly. She closed her eyes, thinking of the firmness of a male body. But it wasn't easy. If only she had a steady boyfriend. Anybody would do.