I got sort of embarrassed, but just told her straight up. "I am masturbating my wet cunt with my long fingers…" She opened her eyes wide and I laugh...ed.But Paula did not miss a beat. "Do you mind if I join you…?” She whispered very softly.I had no idea what she really meant, because I really had never done it before with someone else. I just nodded my head a yes for answer…Then Paula slipped out of her jean shorts and sat with her back against the wall at the foot of my bed. She kept her t-shirt. All were wearing blue jeans, boots, and western style shirts. Large belt buckles were the rule rather than the exception. A woman wearing the tightest pair of jeans that John had ever seen sauntered up to the pool table and started a conversation with the men gathered there.Along the side was the bar with tables set in a casual manner in front of it. About a third of the tables were taken. No one was sitting at the bar. Behind the bar, a rather bored looking woman was washing some beer mugs.. " I suggested."Sure I remember," he said. "Are you telling me that Julie was that girl?" That's exactly what I'm telling you. Now that poor little girl can take care of herself for the day or so that I need to determine the lay of the land." Oh okay," he said. "I'm sorry I said anything. I'm not supposed to am I?" No you aren't. No matter how much better the TV drama would be, we aren't going to run off half cocked like the 7th Calvary to the rescue. It's not how things get done successfully in. Her hand went down to my pussy. She rubbed me for a second, and then took her fingers to her mouth. She leaned into my ear and told me how great I tasted. With that, she kissed me again and moved my hand to her breast. My hands weren’t taking orders from me, but somehow I pulled her closer with my other hand on her ass. Her nipple felt great between my fingers. She pulled me down to the ground and laid me on my back. Her tongue went right to my pussy, and this time she stayed there to pleasure.