I reach down with one hand and touch myself through my panties, pressing the silky fabric between my legs. I rub my fingers across my clitoris, enjoyi...ng the friction of my panties rubbing against me. As I stroke myself, I imagine a man’s fingers there instead of mine, and try to envision his face between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my wetness. I see Jacob's face there, but quickly push it away. He’s not the one for me. My parents would never allow it, and I’m not attracted to him anyway. I. Here's Rosa." Hi Ann," Rosa said smirking and trying to keep it out of her voice."Can't I come over?" Ann said reduced to pleading."Love to see you, but we have to catch up on so much work and have to take Kathy out shopping when she gets back from practice."They continued talking for several more minutes allowing Ann to cool down. Eventually the conversation ended and Rosa picked up some work and went off to her 'office.' Dutch picked up the remote and found a baseball game.Ann Stinson. As Jen walked home ,once again she was asking herself, what the fuck just happened, why is this happening to me, is it all coincidence, did she piss off some God somewhere, She just wanted to get home, suddenly from behind she heard someone, " hey Lady" she turned to see someone on a bike, she didn't recognise them, He pulled up beside her " hey don't you remember me" " no sorry I don't" " I saw you in the park a few days ago, with my friend" it dawned on her who it was " Oh yes , sorry about. NetSubject: Such a nice complementMILF? what's that?AliciaHoping I hadn't screwed up, I send:To: [email protected]: [email protected]: What's that?I guess you could type it into your browser to see what the initials might stand for.GregTo: [email protected]: [email protected]: I looked it upGoodness, Greg. I did look it up. My. You're a little more grown-up that I had thought. What brought this on? Would you please tell me. I'm not upset,.