His fingers rested quietly on the back of my mid thigh, the knowledge of his intent, touching me intimately, was a bold declaration to my womanhood, I...knew he had been masturbating himself between his wife and I, so I knew he was prepared, and I was his intended victim.I was exciting myself, magnifying the events for my own sexual gratification, my last sexual relations with my husband, was over a year back, so this intrusion was preparing causing my own body to respond in preparedness, I was. “How many of you are theater majors?” Jack queried. Four guys raised their hands. That was more than ten percent of the group, far more than I would have guessed. “How many of the theater majors were already aware of the Stage Nudity, Sex on Stage and the courses dealing with alternative theater and pornography production?” All four guys raised their hands again. “We have a few students switch majors to theater after the first year, thinking that this would be the shortest route to 24/7 sex.. First, he is skinnier than me (not saying I’m fat but I’m no model, and have full curves), second, me being shorter, to get my waist even with is, it makes his face right between my breasts. He says he's comfortable, but it’s not for me. We kiss for awhile with some grinding, then I roll so he is back on top of me. More kissing. He sits up and pulls me up so that my legs are wrapped around his waist. Again, more kissing. He takes off my shirt and bra and happily sucks on each nipple. Honestly,. One day, a couple months after her 19th birthday, she was riding the subway back to her apartment. The train was crowded from rush hour, so she was pushed against the window. She looked at the city as they went, when someone pressed up against her from behind. She tried to ignore, but the person reached around her and began fondling her right tit. She froze, and wondered what the hell they were thinking. She knew she should have cried out, but she didn't. She liked it. She pushed back against.