One night, when we went out to dinner, I laughed at my husband and said that hadn't realized how high the slit was in the skirt was that I had on. It ...as new and I hadn't worn it before. It was split up the front and very tight so left very little to the imagination.There was this teenage boy sitting across the room with his date and he kept staring at me. My husband noticed the boy looking at me and he told me to cross and uncross my legs a lot to let the boy get his rocks off watching.I. She threw me on the sofa and stood in front of me.‘Want to see what I was up to an hour ago,’ she asked.She turned around and stuck her booty in my face again. This time she took the beads out of my hand and moved forward. She turned her head, looked at me and spat on the first black ball. I couldn’t help myself and starting touching myself. Nadine didn’t mind and carried on by placing the ball in front of her puckered arsehole that had closed again. Without too much effort, she stuck one ball. I sat somewhat confused and in a bit of a haze. I wasn't sure exactly how I felt about that."You mad at me?" Ally asked in her best little girl voice."No, I'm not mad. What did she say?" She was pretty cool about it. She said actually several of our friends just kind of assumed we had messed around some already." Ally told me while taking heart from the fact that I hadn't exploded in anger."I wonder why they would think that." This piece of information surprised me even more."I guess maybe. I knew it was something filthy, best of all. I remember moving her hand for her, as she gradually drove her fingers deeper into the folds of her clothing, and remember well guiding her hand from her own frame to my thigh, and encouraging a slow traverse upward towards the goal of possessing my convulsing arousal. I could feel the pre-cum at my tip at such times. I could smell her musk, alluring, heady, potent. Her words whispered would become more distinguishable as time moved forward in a.