She was so incredibly tight I was worried I would never get two fingers in her at once. Holding my finger inside of her I went in to kiss her again. ... I slowly began to stroke the upper wall of her pussy with my one finger. The juices of her natural wetness sloshed with the movement of my finger making an audible sound. She was now moaning loudly and seemingly uncontrollably. Her hips moved with the movement of my finger. I pulled my finger out bringing all her wetness with it and rubbed it. The kiss lasts for a long time with neither of us seeming to want it to end but eventually it has to and her lips leave mine as we stand there holding tightly onto each other taking deep panting breaths with my heart racing in my chest. I hear the train pulling into the station and silently curse both it and my parents for being the cause of this pain and heartbreak I can feel right now, I know that there are tears in my eyes very close to spilling over as I reach down and collect my bags but I. If he wasn't here, Frankie, you could talk me into a double hand-job without much of a problem. And, I'll tell you, if I were on this team in this shower and didn't have a boyfriend, I'd probably become your community-property chick with very little convincing." Everyone cracked up at that. "But sex is sex. Sex with love involved is better, and more important. However, you made me think. I don't mind coming in here and getting all worked up, because I know I have an outlet. I hadn't thought how. Mike excused himself saying he had to leave and I was left alone with Susie. As soon as he had gone I guess that the drinks had got to me a bit for I was not surprised when I felt Susie touching her lips to mine. I heated up quickly from her kiss and told her I was married. "It doesn't matter, just enjoy yourself," was her reply. Susie kissed me again and my breathing was getting heavier and I felt my nipples hardened under the blouse. I felt her hand lift my short skirt and rub my nylons which.