"They always do. They can sod off, the wankers," Megan curse in her cockney accent, sure that Hannah would be scandalized by her cursing. "No reason to let them stop us. Think we could get Tracey to wear one?" She really doubted it, but it would be cool if she did.
"Oh? Well, I am glad you are enjoying having me hereā¦" Megan's lips wandered to the curve of her neck. Kissing softly, she moved up to Hannah's ear to nibble lightly on the lobe. Her fingers continued to toy with the hem of her skirt but brushed her inner thigh once in a while.