Our lips sealed together, held with passion and lust, yet the lustful cravings of sex is not there, we want something more than the act of fucking, mo...re a bonding of friends wanting something very special. My hands running over her hips, around her, up her back, downward again until I again hold her bottom, my fingers spreading over her, then my right hand slides under and between her thighs, feeling her. My mouth becomes free from her, she sighs, I look up and see the glorious fullness of her. "No," the Printer said when he found his voice."How do I get it off?" the Redhead asked, holding up the ink-smeared breast and touching the gummy ink with her fingertips."Benzine," he said. "I'll get you some." Leave it to you," said the Brunette, walking past her friend and into the washroom. "You might as well throw this blouse away," she added from inside."Boy, am I dumb," said the Redhead.The Printer returned to her, a can of benzine in one hand, a clean rag in the other. He doused the rag. My eyes were looking into her lovely eyes. I could feel her breath on my chest. Her chest moved up and down. I said, It’s ok baby and moved closer. She began trembling. My hands were shivering as well. I felt her face getting closer against her will. She was a picture of cleaved soul. Half of her body wanted to get away the other half held her in. I moved with in centimetres of her. I took a deeper breath as I smelt her. She swallowed again. I craned closer and our lips touched. It was as if a. Letitia picked up thehood and applied a little KY jelly to it. She eased it over her head. She smoothed itdown over her face. She used to be frightened of the hood but her psyche waschanging and her fear turned to excitement over the years of wearing theseclaustrophobic masks. The hood felt great.As she put on her little blond bob wig, she admired her reflection in the mirror and sworeat her self softly “you dirty slut Letitia”. She looked at her thighs they were shapelyrunners thighs she was a.