When we got in the car, he told me to take off all my clothes. They both fondled me and stuck their fingers deep into my wet pussy. The friend filled ...my ex in on each detail of our bathroom encounter and my ex mentioned again that he couldn't believe I was such a slut now and why I wasn't that way when we dated. I told him I was too young and wasn't comfortable being called a slut. I needed to explore more but now I love it and am wanting to try everything. "Spread your legs then," he demanded. " But that," she said, getting up suddenly, "is the subjunctive and, as my English prof would say, we don't live in the subjunctive. I think I'd better go, now." Jan," I stopped her halfway out the door, "we both know what we cannot, and must not, do. But I desperately want to have a chance to talk to you. Could we meet in the cafeteria for lunch sometime soon?" To try to coax her I added, "That's completely public and completely safe." I, I, I'd like that," she stammered. "I can't do it. She was looking very beautiful.I took her to the bed and made her sit on my lap her back was towards me. I still had my underwear and she had her panties on as she sat on my lap, I reached in front of her and squeezed her breasts. They were so soft to touch and were big in size. Aunty moaned loudly. She started rubbing her ass on my cock over my underwear. I kissed her back and her neck and she was moaning immensely.Then she rose up and turned around and sat on my lap again but now she was. Perhaps they are now. Men imaginingwhat they would like to do to you. Women too perhaps. They could be lookingas I speak Fiona. Their eyes upon you, wanting you, desiring you. How doesit make you feel Fiona?? You shiver but this time not from the chill. ?It makes me feel I want to run.? Yourmind is spinning, what does the voice want? What is going on? You feel likea rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. Horrified and scared but unableto stop the events that have been set in motion. ?Lower.