"Are you sure?" I asked."Yeah," she said comfortably. "I can trust you to behave, can't I?"*No!* my mind shouted, even as I calmly said, "Yes, of cou...se." As Isettled into the guest bedroom that night, disappointed to be sleepingalone, I was still delighted with how the evening had gone. Really, ithad been like old times. We went out shopping for dinner on the wayhome, pushing a shopping cart side by side and bumping our hips intoeach other's as we playfully meandered down the aisles. We. In one fluid motion I push you to your back and move so that I am straddling you. I rub my sensitive clit against the buttons of your jeans. You grab my hips and find the thin straps of my thong and slide your hands under them. " I hope that you don't have a strong attachment to these." I am oblivious to what you are saying until I feel you pull and tear the material away from my body. My heart skips a beat as I find what you have done very arousing. You slide your thumb over my mound and work. Only to be brought out when Jenny felt depressed or sad.The doorman's name was John. John was younger then Jenny. He had come to work for Jenny because his family was sick and needed the money. After a few years of working with her he became the little brother that Jenny never had. She would try out her new outfits in front of John. Always asking him for his opinion of how she looked. If John gave the wrong answer to her she would dismiss him. If he gave the right answer to her then she would. Rascal did not stop her grinding as my hand worked into her bottoms and rubbed her cheeks. While we continued kissing, I moved my hand toward her pussy. What I felt next was amazing, when my fingers reached her lips, they were met with moist pussy juice that flowed in spite of the fact we were in the gulf. My fingers easily slide into her, and at this point, I was all hers. Rascal let out a soft moan as I rubbed her pussy. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, but did not see any.