I wasn't surprise how much she enjoyed it. She then told me to get between her legs and push my pussy over the other end of it. At first I was relucta...t but Jean kept telling how good it was and how much fun it will be. I finally relented and holding the squash I slowly pushed my pussy over the squash. It was a weird feeling. She kept telling me to go deeper. I pushed until our hairy pussies met and I couldn't see the squash anymore. We slid back and forth. I thought it was weird but Jean was. Just as I reached the bin and opened the lid, I found that I could not prevent myself from bringing the panties up to my face again. My stomach churned with disgust as I sniffed her scent once more.My heart began speeding up, as if her scent was some kind of narcotic. I had been so wrapped up in a conflict of emotions that I was totally unaware of how hard I had become until this moment. I found myself unable to dispose of the panties; the need was too great.In a matter of seconds I found. As it had the last few times she was on the couch, the turning of the key in the lock of the door behind her startled her out of her fantasy, and Talia paused her rapid circling of her clit in order to place both hands on her laptop and attempt to look as normal as possible.“Oh, out here again. You sure are on your computer a lot lately.”“Yeah, it’s fun I guess, you don’t mind do you? I mean, I could go back to my room.”“Nah, it’s not like you are playing videos and making noise. I mean, I can. She found what she was "looking" for. The slip of paper our friend had given her. She showed it to me, and I returned it so she could put it away. She sat back in the chair as if nothing were happening. She adjusted in the chair, which made her skirt ride a little higher. There was no doubt that he could fully see her pussy in front of him. It was nearly 0100 in the morning, so I knew that there wouldn't be anybody coming in to disturb us. So did she.She had asked if he were married, and he.