Then a hand went between my legs and gently rubbed one thigh and then the other, inching ever closer to the point where both legs joined.Still kissing... open mouthed, Don's fingers found the source of heat between my legs. He fingered the soft mound of flesh at the end of the landing strip. He went on to find the area already moist and becoming rapidly much more so. His fingers gently traced the soft folds of flesh on either side of my slit, touching, prodding, kneading in slow circles.At last,. His legs were between mine and his hands were at my sides. Before I could react he was tickling my sides using his shoulders to block my feeble attempts to pull him off while writhing in torment and laughing hysterically. His face was buried in my chest and he had me pinned to the bed. ‘So you want the middle huh?’ he laughed. I tried to nod yes but only managed to gasp for air and shake my head arching my back again only this time trying to turn over on my side to get away. ‘Well what if I. She was tall, about 5'9" and large. She had large breasts and big hips but her waist seemed to be fairly small and she had long legs that she was showing me as she sat at her desk and she spread her legs once reaching for a note in back of her so that I could see the light cunt hair in her crotch and a trace of the pink flesh of her cunt. Her face was not pretty in the usual sense, but she had lots of dark hair and a thin long nose on top of a big mouth with much larger-than-normal lips. When. He does lousy work, but he's going to show up and do his presentation on time." He sat there stewing.If Frank Stevens was in a state of professional chaos that morning, his wife of 12-years, Rachel, was in an emotional turmoil as bad or worse, with potentially profound implications for their marriage.As Frank was rushing to catch his flight, she was having a cup of coffee at the kitchen counter with her best friend, and neighbor, Ellen. Ellen, a perky blond who, at 40, was five-years older than.