I just liked the friendships, and if it led to sex, hey, that was even better. If not? I was comfortable having friends and just hanging out with peop...e.So as I got older, into my 20's and 30's, even getting married in my mid twenties, I had younger friends. My wife got pissed off about it. She'd get angry, she'd accuse me of doing shit I shouldn't be doing, and truth be known, I never cheated on her for years. I just didn't do it. But at some point and time, I think I grew tired of the. I guess I don’t know who kissed who, but we kissed.” “Does he know what he’s doing?” “Oh yeah!” her eyebrows arched to emphasize her reply. “He is one hell of a kisser!” “What else happened, did he cop a feel? Make any arrangements?” “No arrangements, no.” “But he copped a feel. Tell me about that.” I slowly rubbed my cock through the front of my jeans…she saw the movement and watched my hand. Finally she looked me in the eyes. “He grabbed my ass, groped my boobs.” “Anything else? Did you touch. " There's one, now," Jason spat at her.Her jaw dropped. "What? How did he do that? How did he even know I was coming here?"Jason laughed dryly. "You think you do anything without the old man knowing?" he asked sardonically.Ilianna shook her head in defeat. "Why can't I just have a normal vacation with friends?" she asked bitterly. "I'm eighteen. I'm not a child." Then stop acting like one! Maybe Alexander will treat you like the adult you claim to be," Jason suggested."So now you really hate me. The fingers dropped below my skirt & started to inch there way up my thighs, I wanted to scream but thought I would look like a histerical idiot.I tried to edge away but again there was no room I just got pushed back by the crowd onto the mystery hand that had now found its way under the elastic of my white panties.I hand no idea who was doing this to me, was it a creep from school, was it a sexy bisexual woman heading home from work in a suit, was it a dirty old man after a sick jollie, all I.