Even through her shorts and panties, she could feel the contours of her cunt area, the button that was her clit, the cleft that led to the hole of her...cunt. She cupped herself, the warmth of her hand radiating out to excite her pussy.Diane sighed and closed her eyes. She was tired of fucking herself with her fingers. Tired of wondering what fucking was all about. But she already felt that familiar ache between her legs, and she knew she would have to have some kind of relief. Even if it was. I grasp a handful of your hair and arch your body back to me. I put my other hand deep on the crease of your hip. Using these for leverage to repeatedly bury myself as deep in you as I can. Your moans, dirty words and just my name over and over spill out of your mouth giving me all I need to continue putting your body through its paces. I can feel you tightening yourself around me as I pull out as if you are empty without me. Then when I force back in the moan of content and pleasure you give,. ‘I cannot believe you just said that. I can’t. Really. It’s taking me a minute to process.’ She fucking laughs at me again, and that’s what brings me back to the surface. ‘Frankie…’ I swallow another time. ‘I…I just…’ I can’t do it. I shake my head. I think I might actually cry, I’m so fucking happy and probably a pansy-assed motherfucker but I don’t really care at the moment. I press my mouth to hers and it finally comes out barely a whisper, in between kisses. ‘I love you. So much. Always. Redheads have that temper that you just cant get over,” Grace said.“Oh yeah whatever, my hair scares them. That's a sorry excuse if I ever heard it. I'm gonna go have a smoke, order me something strong.”I got up and walked through the crowd towards the door getting sour looks from every guy that was within hearing distance of our conversation, but I didn't care, I wanted them all to know that they were useless in bed. I made it to my secret spot and got that feeling that I was being followed.