I was pretty wasted so I was laughing and being an idiot as she pulled me along.When we got there, Jean, a year older than me, was already there. She ...aid " shut up you asshole or we will all get caught."Of course I had to be a smart ass getting louder just to be funny. Jean grabbed me dragging me inside the playhouse.The playhouse had nothing adult size in it. Paula pushed me down on a toy bed telling me to shut up then jumping on me clamping her hand over my mouth. She held it there until I. I could feel every fiber of his pants as, by this time, our contact seems to be constant. As I reached above my head to hold the bar to steady myself, my skirt lifted even higher. Unfortunately, with so many people on the bus there were no other bars for me to hold on to except the one above my head. It was either hold on to the bar or fall into his lap. That probably would not be such a bad idea. . . When the bus gave a particularly strong jolt I thought that I felt a hand touch my right leg. ‘Very beautiful’, he said examining the filigree pattern of the platinum band. ‘Thank you I picked it out myself’, she said. His jaw tightened at how neglected this lovely woman was. She deserved so much more than what life had given her, why couldn’t she see that. He slowly slid the ring from her finger, the poignancy of the moment so opposite of a wedding ceremony but no less meaningful. He turned her hand over and placed a bittersweet kiss on her palm before he placed the ring there and. I loved it and maybe that is my theme song. I’ll use my full name when we do it.” I didn’t say anything else as she sucked me hard and hopped on. She dated other guys and probably fucked them just as enthusiastically as I got. So why did this bother me? I’d have to chew on that for a while.She texted me a week later, “My turn to pick the party.” When I picked her up she was wearing a little jewelry pin that spelled out in gold script “Cecilia”. OK, I knew what to expect tonight.She saw me look.