Only one or two other women were in evidence, and they might not have been quite proper ladies judging from the thickness of the paint on their faces...."I hope you won't have trouble if you're seen with me," I said as we sipped the bitter brew."Course not," she said. "My husband trusts me. Don't you think he should?" "What's he do?" I asked, admiring her clear skin and dark eyes, they flashed almost purple in the dim light. She seemed to be stifling a smile."Army officer," she said proudly.. She rolled the nipple between her thumb and finger, the pressure increasing as she pulled it. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and probed me, I sucked it. Pulling me up by my hair as we kissed, she bit my bottom lip. The pressure on my nipple increased dramatically then suddenly stopped. I was now kneeling, my belly touching her knees and she pulled my head close to the silk of her blouse. ‘Open it.’ My hands moved to open the buttons and spread the warm silk to expose naked breasts. It reminded her of some of the times at Emma's, the bodies, the bobbing heads and asses rising and falling rhythmically, the sighs, the moans, the slap of flesh meeting flesh, and the very distinct liquid sound of cocks sliding into wet channels.She slid her arm around his waist. "This is enough to get anyone going." I think so, too."She used her other hand to fondle him, and his cock obediently came up. Her guess was right: it wasn't as long as those of the black men she had seen at Emma's,. Not to mention Abby was a great athlete, both a track and field star and a gymnast. Somehow, she found time for video games alongside all that. Without that shared interest, we never would have been able to say a word to her.But this was our senior year. We’d all been swamped prepping for college, working to save up, and in general preparing for the future. I had almost stopped gaming altogether. Worst of all though was that none of us have really talked much, and things fell apart. We still.