He had bent you over and was dry humping you from behind and you let him feel your tits!" He said in an angry voice."He was dancing and my tits swayed... into his hand, which he apologised for!" I continued with my charade.Hubby stared at me then looked away shaking his head in disbelief. I smiled to myself knowing that my husband’s jealous anger would be transposed to pure lust when we returned home."Fuck me! If you dance like that when I'm in the room what the fuck do you get up to when I'm not. "I don't get it! You're incredible at cheerleading! Why would they kick you off?" Well, apparently, eating out a girl in the locker room is frowned upon in college," she sobbed."What?" I yelled. "That's ridiculous! It's a women's locker room! You should be able to do..." Actually, it was in the guys' locker room," she confessed."Oh," I said. "But hey, that's still wrong! I mean, it makes no sense why..." I know!" she cried. "It's just not fair!" She buried her face in her hands and continued to. Maybe you'll pull, finally!" This is all I have heard for the past week from my nagging friends. It was the last of these arguments, though, that really struck a chord. It has been a very long time since a girl has so much as flashed me a bit of ankle and the idea of another weekend alone with high-speed broadband and a box of tissues was just enough to convince me to join them. Now I'm here, however, remembering that I have absolutely no idea how to speak to women, I'm rather regretting that I. He was a big dog and usually stayed in their fenced in yard. He had gotten out some how and was in my yard. As I got up and went to the door, I felt my wet pussy stirring from the masturbating I had been doing. I called the dog over to me as he wagged his tail. I opened my door and coaxed him inside where I went to call the neighbor to tell them he was loose. The phone rang and the answering machine picked up as there was no answer and I left a message that I had him at my house.I looked at his.