I drew back expecting some response. To mysurprise, she merely sighed and spread her legs slightly more apart.Brazenly, I probed further. I massaged t...he innermost crevice of her groin,her pubic hairs grazing my thumbs as they gently pressed and massaged themuscles of the thigh. I lingered long here, using long strokes from theknee to the groin, allowing my thumbs to press on the crevice that laybetween the leg and the vulva. Slowly, I moved my thumbs back and forth,culminating at the juncture. She never turned someone away who was down on their luck or hungry for a meal either. I know, because when Patti and I had been together we had spent several months on Garnet’s hide-a-bed and eaten at Garnet’s table when times were hard for us one winter and neither of us had ever forgotten Garnet’s kindness. Garnet was a very unique and complex person to understand and it usually took a little time for new people to get used to her, if they ever did at all, many did not. She was a self. The final stop of the day is at the grocery store. ‘I thought you had everything?’ you question. ‘Everything for me, but not everything for us.’ As you enter to automatic doors you realize how much you like doing these tasks with him. How natural it feels to be with him, he turns and looks deep into your eyes. As if he could read your mind, ‘It is fun, isn’t it?’ You just smile, a very big smile. You stock up on several items that almost make you blush as he picks them up, especially the way he. I lay on my bed, my hand between my legs, gently rubbing my pussy, my other hand gently caressing my breasts and squeezing my nipples, thinking of Adele, across her lap, her hand brushing my pussy as I came, strong pulsating orgasms. Too late I heard Beccy’s footsteps in the hallway. Had she heard? She must have done. Will she throw open the door to my bedroom and come storming in with her hairbrush? I was still panting from my orgasms as the time passed, Beccy did come out of her bedroom but.