“What is it?” Her palm rocked between my thighs. I gasped, biting my lip to keep from crying out. My pussy was wet and throbbing and aching for some sort of release. She pressed her cheek to mine, and her lips were soft there, inches from my own.

“This afternoon…” I moaned when she started making circles between my legs, moving her hand around and around on my mound and rubbing the flesh of my lips over the sensitive bud of my clit.

“Yes?” she encouraged, moving her hand a little faster.

“Oh, God,” I whispered against her cheek, shivering. “Please.”

“What is it, Veronica?”

When I closed my eyes, I saw Doc fucking her, plunging his cock into her from behind. It sent a jolt straight between my legs.

“I saw you,” I confessed quickly. “This afternoon, in your room… you and Doc…”

Her hand slowed, and I felt a thick pulse throbbing under her fingers. “I know, sweetie…it’s okay.”

I could barely breathe. “You know?”

“Yes.” Her lips pressed against the side of my mouth as she talked, and I felt their softness, their tender movement against my skin. “Doc told me. He saw you.”

“Oh God.” I moaned, not sure if it was in embarrassment or pleasure.

“Shhhh.” She rubbed her lips over mine, not really a kiss, more just a caress. “It’s going to be ok.”

Her hand moved between my legs again. I whimpered. “Oh, please.”

A knock sounded at the door and we both jumped. I pulled the covers up to my chin and Mrs. B sat up on the bed.

“Come in,” I called.

The door opened, spilling light from the hallway. It was Doc, his large frame filling the doorway.

“How’re my girls?” He leaned against the door frame.

I blushed. “Okay. I’m feeling a little better. Mrs. B brought me some tea.”

He came over and sat on the other side of the bed, putting his hand on my hip. “Glad to hear it. It’s no good being sick on vacation. You’re here to have fun.”