But how to approach her? Neither Karen nor Suzanne knew her, so I was on my own with this one. She was at college but worked in the local supermarket ...o pay her way., and after some thought I decided directness was the best policy. I approached her at her work one day whilst she was packing shelves, and I had a reasonable chance of a private word. Needless to say there had been a number of (literally) fruitless shopping trips undertaken before the opportunity arose. “Hi there, Leanne”, I. But why the ceiling was caving in on little ole’ me, an innocent, okay, marginally innocent, twenty something (ah-hem) year old woman was a mystery. At least to me. ‘Just a minute,’ I screamed as I jumped out of bed and decided that, unless it was the Queen of England, I wasn’t going to open the door to my apartment anyway and therefore it didn’t matter that I was only wearing a T-shirt and a pair of red lace panties. ‘Okay, okay, I said just a minute, I’m coming, I’m coming. I’m coming!!’ Of. It’s going to affect you anyway as the scent has started circulating around the room, so you may as well have the full effect.” Della held the candle under Trudy’s nostrils. Under different circumstances Trudy might have been reluctant, especially if a man had been involved as it could have been a date-**** d**g, but she’d shared more than a few ‘joints’ over the years and inhaled ‘poppers’, was going to have sex with Della anyway and so with an ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ attitude she. I reached for her clit and started rubbing it, she opened her legs to give me better access, but my hand was hurting as I had access through her un-opened trousers. I took my hand out and un-buttoned her trousers and again inserted my hand.By now she was beyond care and wanted it bad. I pulled myself out of my sleeping bag and undid my trek pants and my inners. my dick was throbbing and ready for action, I started pulling off her trousers, she held onto it and told me “no” I went up to her.