She didn’t want to talk with Ian. She thought about the incident at the restaurant. She had looked into Erica’s eyes. She didn’t want the moment...to stop. She had not felt this strange kind of thing before. This was intense. What she felt for Ian paled in comparison to this. She stopped her thoughts. She wasn’t attracted to women. She had never wanted to date a woman in her life. She was not a lesbian. Erica was just a good friend she enjoyed being with. There was nothing more to it. Erica. She panicked for a moment thinking that, maybe, she had underestimated the pain as the second stroke landed. Should she stop it now, she wondered, bearing in mind Diane hadn’t told her how many strokes she would actually get, as she yelped again with the third stroke. However, her character as an alpha female took over as she told herself she had wanted this to happen for several years now, so she would just have to cope. Diane could see that Zoey was struggling, but she was enjoying herself.. She entwined our legs while lining up her pussy with the long cucumber stub sticking out of me. Louise smeared salad dressing all over that end of the cucumber then pushed herself against its tip. Her vulva must have been tighter than mine, for her thrust just pushed it all the way into me. She pushed once more and since it couldn't go any further into me, the cucumber split her little pussy wide open, then disappeared almost completely into her vagina too! Still determined to. I was so close to busting a nut without even touching myself when snailing forward, the base of his shaft was felt. Daringly, I wormed ahead until my hand enveloped the warm, soft flesh that stirred in arousal subconsciously stimulated by touch alone. The moment of truth of feeling another guys genitals caused shock waves up and down my spine, the familiar sensation of orgasm couldn't be averted.I hadn't even finished soiling my underwear before that other familiar sensation of shame superseded.