"No, not really, just more surprised I guess. Does it ... uh, itch or anything?" Not really, it's just kind of sexy, that's all. My partner last year ...oved to ... well I guess that might be too much information for you." No. No not at all honey." Liz said almost too quickly. "I was curious about it that's all. I mean I've had several friends tell me they do the same thing as you and I don't think it's bad or anything like that I guess I was just thinking about when the hair starts to grow. As she sat the hem of her dress rose up her soft, smooth thigh and I couldn’t help wondering whether Alan’s hands had been in the same place only minutes ago.“He… he wanted to fuck,” she confessed. “But I wouldn’t do it.”“You didn’t fancy him?” I pressed.“It’s not that. He… he wanted to do it in the car,” she said softly.“And you wouldn’t do it there?”She shook her head, adding “I’m not a teenager.”“But you would have done it if there’d been a bed?”She didn’t reply. She didn’t need to; her body. ‘There’s something about one that seems to bring out the worst in the other,’ one brown belt said to another over a beer. ‘Any clue how many push ups they’ve gotten for all the fighting they’ve done?’ ‘By my count, let’s see . . . two classes a week . . . ten push ups for every offense . . . the session started three weeks ago . . . I’d say at least two hundred’ ‘Sounds like love to me.’ ‘You’re a hopeless romantic, Alice.’ ‘And you are full of crap, Raph, if I were a romantic, I wouldn’t pay. Out of my other pocket I fished out a couple of pieces of paper. On it I'd printed out the story you'd sent. I read it through twice, getting very hot and horny. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I rubbed it through my jeans, and my nipples were so stiff they ached.I stood and slowly, seductively stripped off my tank top. I let it fall to the floor, exposing my breasts to the room. I took my time, rubbing and caressing each one. I then picked the left one up and began sucking it. My right.