Even just writing this is bound to get me going. Just thinking that you will read this, and know how naughty I can be. I am wearing panties, and that'... all. I slip my hand under them as I read, or in some cases, when I write. I can't help but feel horny when I log onto this site. There is just something, like a magnetic force that pulls my hand towards my pussy. As I sit here, reading, I slowly begin to tease myself. I always start off playing with my nipples, getting them hard. Then I slowly. I usually keep my private life private, especially my sex life. But I recently experienced the most extraordinarily erotic encounter I’ve ever had, and I can’t seem to stop thinking about it. So, I thought if I wrote about it, and shared my story with other people, perhaps I could finally get beyond it, and go about living the rest of my life in peace.I usually drive to work, but my car was in the shop, so I decided to take the subway into the city. It was a lovely Spring day, and I thought. At first it was just enough to get them taut. She began to gently tug on the nipples and as her loins began to ache she became more aggressive and squeezed her tits, pulling, tugging and starting to moan a little. The fuck session at the church was filling her head. She was fantasizing about that young long delicious cock. She slowly dropped her skirt; no panties, she found her destination with the other hand. She massaged her clit with one hand while the other kneaded her nipples. The juices. God I don't know why but I like it..." I moaned lost in my perverse pleasure."Good slut," He cooed."Suck your juices, hmmm ... just like that ... just like you would lick Kristy."I froze realizing what I let out during the height of my orgasm. Looking up at him I stood up."Tommy I..."I couldn't finish what I wanted to say. He quickly pulled me to him kissing me and silencing my words as his hands found my firm ass cheeks. When he finally broke the kiss I was so weak from it, I desperately tried.