I hadn’t even heard or felt her approach, yet she was right in front of me. I took in the beautiful woman. Her long, smooth legs spread shoulder wid...h apart. She had one hand on her pussy, playing with her clit. She was rubbing and pulling it gently like she had all the time in the world.When her fingers came away, a string of her essence came with them. I followed her hand as she slid it up herself, over her belly button, over the incredible mountains that were her tits and into her mouth. She. The concept reflected her personality and her gift. She listened aggressively and responded with honesty and sincerity. Because of this, many times with friends or colleagues or students she found herself comforting weeping men or women and bringing them out of despair. Neither a psychologist nor a professional counselor, she never pursued one on one catharsis. They simply happened.Case in point: Harold Maguire. Anyone else witnessing his collapse from proud self-confidence to blubbering. We called for them to walk to our local, as we walked round to the bar I could sense Tim looking at my arse. I could feel my pussy getting wet as we entered the bar. My husband went to the bar to get the drinks and I stood with Tim and May. Tim was standing quite close as the bar was busy. Tim kept rubbing his arm on my tits which made my nipples go hard and my pussy start to run with my juices. Then May said she needed the bathroom and moved off through the crowd. My tits rubbing against Tim. I could see Keith rubbing his cock under the water and I did too. That erotic tub session was repeated several times as the women loved to soak topless and the sex afterwards was intense. Gail and Lynn were both comfortable nude and would comment on the other’s lovely breasts, toned legs or flat stomach. We guys were a bit more circumspect since a large boner was not easy to hide from view nor does one make for polite conversation. Weeks later, when it was really dark and we’d had way too.