“Do you want more,” I asked her as my hand ran up the inside of her thighs. “Oh, God, yes,” she gasped. “That’s good,” I replied. I push...ed her skirt up over her hips. She moaned softly as my foot slid between her feet and pushed her legs apart. My hand caressed her ass and squeezed it. I gave her a crack on the ass and asked her, “Are you a dirty little slut?” She gasped and flinched as my hand made contact with her ass, then breathlessly said, “Yes.” I slapped her other ass check harder and. Anita holds up her hand. ‘You rest now. Come, Muriel. You’ve got work to do.’ The next morning, I wake up to find my clothes have been washed and dried. Someone has folded them neatly and hung them over the back of the chair. There’s a pair of flip-flops on the seat. They’re big enough for me, so they couldn’t have belonged to either of them. Who had been their owner? I stretched and sat up. My strength was back. I put on my clothes and crept quietly down the stairs. Through the screen door, I. He was one of Marks nicer friends that I was shared with like I was talking about. After the last brakeup he was all over my phone being a good friend. Basically he knew I was available, what kind of things I was into and had to beat someone else to me. He was alot less comfortable with just doing what he wanted to me with no apology. But that was the only type of guy I was used to, I so was the one pushing him to try new things. Nothing boring like anal and blowjobs because he knew from. Jim asked me if I minded him talking some more about it. We carried on looking at the figures and Jim asked if I was aware that I sometimes teased. Was it deliberate? it could be distracting to the guys and I might get attention I didn't really want. I flustered a little and told him from what they had been saying it was not a problem. I asked him if he was distracted and with that I felt him slide his hand down my calf. I gave a little hmmmm giving him encouragement and with that he gently.