I guess you're officially a non-smoker now."She folded her umbrella and stepped inside the house. I helped her out of her raincoat. She was wearing he... usual thick glasses, a baggy sweater, blue jeans and big clunky punk-style boots. The boots were a holdover from Reform School days. We were allowed to dress any way we liked on weekends, and Darla liked to dress up like Daria, an animated cartoon character from the Nineties (I think) who had become something of a cult classic. She even got. I made sure her hand was on the bottom, and was making her rub up and down on my thigh. On the down stroke of each rub, I ever so slightly pulled our hands toward my crotch.I remembered what Amy had said about her hand, so I took a chance. On one of the downward rubs, I let go of her hand, and as hoped, she did not stop. She herself kept the slant with each movement that would very shortly bring her hand to my now very pronounced erection.I took my now free hand and took her left nipple between. Erika: mhm ohhhhhJamie: yea thats it slut! take it all in!erika: mhm godddddJamie: think you can still go again?erika: mhm ik i can bring it hereerika: mhm u know whaterika: u just lay there for a few okayJamie: okerika: i still have popsicle juice to lick out of your pussy and your ass but which one firstJamie: *i lay back and relax*Jamie: mmmm ass then pussyerika: mhm but i love eating asserika: so idk if ill ever let it go heheJamie: haha whatever you say erika: *Licks your clit. My head screamed to run like hell but my body lay deaf.“Now Bryan, just let it happen. We both want this so just lay still and enjoy.”She was wearing a thin, wrinkled, cotton dress that I think is known as a kitchen or household dress. It was dulled-white and had wide, faded blue vertical stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white panties that I believe are called “full backs”---something less than granny-panties, but something more than bikini. She pulled them.