‘God I love your hair, but hey let’s take it a bit slower here.’ Still waiting, I consider the now tight slit of her pussy at rest, the bright p...ink nearly completely concealed beneath her darker outer folds, the clit safely tucked away, hidden. Less than an hour ago this sight was my quest, uncovering it from the silken frills, the cotton shorts and the feigned disinterest in me. A few drinks and hey, a genuine seeming connection soon peeled back her layers, as my tongue later did between her. The gentle caress of my fingertips along the ridges of my camel toe gave me tingles. Playing on my laptop was a video from a huge collection of porn films my mom made when she was younger. IN this one she played a girl named Barbara who was experimenting with a friend for the first time. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. The soft way they touched each other made my body want to be felt up that way. My fingers slipped under the elastic of my panties as I closed my eyes and imagined. Let it get nice and warm. Mold it to your pussy lips. Stroke it up and down, up and down."Reina did what she was told and soon shuddered from the stimulation. "Now stick one of your fingers inside the leather and then pull it out. Stroke yourself inside the corset and pull your finger out. Yes, that's right. Beautiful. Keep moving with the music. That's great, Reina! Now stroke yourself and bring your finger up to your mouth. Doesn't that taste good? Get your finger all wet and stroke yourself. Susan was seated at the table next to us with a person I assumed to be her lover. It was difficult not to overhear the argument heating up between them about another woman her friend been seeing After a few minutes of quarrelling her companion stands up, "That's just the way it is so deal with it. We're over and I'm outa here," and abruptly walks out leaving Susan alone and with a hefty tab. The waitress comes over and asks if there's anything more she can get her. Shaking her head no, she.