.leaving a single firm breast and arousal-hardened nippleto press flat to my hand, against the glass.Her protests were fading as I pushed against her,... as I held her firmbreasts tightly in my hand and began to whisper into her ear, my teethand tongue passing skin lightly enough to make her question how closeI really was. "Now this…this is where you start to get uncomfortable…"My hand left her chest, with a quickly suppressed moan of regret fromher parted full lips, and to her hip, to the skirt. Ive heard of short stubby fingers, and Ive heard of long lean fingers, but this was a long stubby finger. And it felt good. Knowing the music was so loud I wouldnt be heard, I let out a moan and shoved my ass back against the person behind me. I didnt even know if it was a guy, but this was turning me on so bad. The hands were removed, but before I could get upset, I felt them behind my ass, unzipping the pants of the person behind me. I guess it was a guy, because the next thing I felt was. Other girls I screwed had been free agents, just dating and not connected to any guy in particular.“Hey, he’s only my boyfriend. We’re not married! He is someone to go and do things with besides screwing. I like him a lot but he has a very busy life so we don’t get to fuck nearly enough for me. I need a lot of sex with a lot of variety and that is up front with him. And that’s what you have to accept if you want to continue seeing me with my clothes off.”Well, I wasn’t giving up a chance to tap. Ronald stared at his wife and said, "I can't believe itdidn't work." When he heard his own voice he touched his throat, standingthere frozen. Lindsey smiled resignedly and said, "I warned you, Ronald.Or should I call you... Ronette?" She stood and walked to the hand-carvedsideboard, then gestured to its mirrored back-piece. He came forward numblyand gaped at the image that looked back at him. Mr. Rich was staring at hisdream woman, naked, with long platinum blond hair, a high-cheek-boned.