I grabbed the bottle and poured it on her and rubbed her back as I tried not to poke her with my boner. After 5 minutes I had dropped the bottle and r...ach down to get it and in pass her pussy making Melissa moan and pushing back into my cock. After another two minutes I dropped the bottle again and rub her pussy as she reach around and grab my cock stroking it. By my newfound courage I turned her around and squeze her tits as she continue rubbing my cock.I then undress her bra and panties and. .. tell me how badly you want me to let you touch yourself."I shudder slightly as you command me, lowering my hands down to my thighs, drawing my nails along the tender skin. I feel the nails mark my smooth flesh and moaning as the pleasure sparks through me. I press a hand to the front of my panties, letting it glide against the sopping fabric. I can feel the heat from inside me trying to burn through the fabric.I run my insistent fingers along my slit, feeling the lips all swollen, dripping. I knew she was right, there were plenty of great women out there, all I had to do was find one. Diane heard me in the drive and was already opening the door for me as I walked in. I knew immediately she had talked to Bev. She stood in front of me, looked up and rubbed my chest with her hand. This was a familiar gesture. When we were married she did it when ever she knew I had a difficult decision to make. You could almost read the words in her eyes. ’I know how hard this is for you.’ The. At least my rapist was apprehended, tried for the multiple rapes he committed before being caught, and convicted. Lots of survivors never get that.I also don’t really care for BDSM scenes and parties. The ones I’ve been to seem so simplified, unimaginative, and boring. It’s as if most party goers arrived at what topping, bottoming, and switching meant before they actually got there instead of exploring and expanding what those roles can and could mean. I prefer to get kinky with the few.