Her friends were envious of her, and it made her feel quietly special. One of her girlfriends back in high school, Jenny Monroe, had given her the nic...name, “Trigger”, and it had seemed so appropriate that she liked it.It was that sensitivity that had allowed her to have what she referred to as a ‘mini-climax’ when Jamal had been rubbing himself against her backside in the kitchen. Her mind had been sent spinning by his illicit behavior, and she’d become excited. Her aroused brain had taken. I squeezed even harder, then pulled his penis firmly towards me. Spasms of pre-ejaculatory pulses shot down the length of his erect veined penis, from its roots deep in his body to the swollen purple glans. I reduced the pressure and began faster strokes, my fist thudding into his body at the base of his proud manhood, then sliding full-length to the tip. His boiling seed could wait no longer - a huge surge began deep in his body, building and racing up the length of his manhood, exploding past. I was sitting on the bench and she started to pat me between the legs...OH!" I was rubbing her clit and it interrupted her story."Please continue, mom. I want to hear the rest."With effort, she continued, her eyes shut more tightly. "It felt good when she touched me there. I opened my legs wider and she fiddled around with the ridges of my vagina for a minute while I watched her shyly. Then she asked if she could pull my bikini bottom down. I said it was ok and she took it to my ankles, then. The only thing he did was to tell Lisa to always wear above the knee skirts or dresses with stockings not panty hose.Class went on as usual for the rest of the night. After the class was over Steve could not wait to see how she would be dressed tomorrow.The next day Lisa came home from work at the health club to get ready for class. After she showered she started to get dressed. After she picked out a nice skirt and blouse combination she had second thoughts. "Why do I want to wear a skirt to.