With so many crushed together your sense of personal space is suppressed, a general unspoken acceptance, as we are all in the same boat, so to speak, ...o you bear the bodily contact, the rubbing up against you, up close and personal and you pick out the odd feel or touch, subliminally administered from an admirer, who would not normally get that close to take advantage.As you hang onto your strap your arm is heavy and when you shuffle your feet you immediately touch another persons foot, so. "On top of being gay, I have a nearly impossible time getting an erection. The combination of those two things made it unattainable for me to impregnate Kelly on my own." And believe me, we tried many different things," Kelly added."Okay, well, that's probably more than I needed to know, but I'm glad that you felt comfortable enough to tell me," I submitted.There was a silence for a minute as we all seemed to be looking to each other to continue.Finally, I asked, "So, where do we go from. "No hood anymore, Curtis." "Thanks, I felt kind of childish last time when I had to wear it. I didn't mind though, I knew you were just being cautious." We were silent for the rest of the drive. He did rub his hand on my inner thigh and tweaked my right nipple, but that was all until we closed the garage door. "I would like a cup of coffee," I said. "Would you like one also?" "Yes, that would be nice." While we were sitting at the table and drinking our coffee I told him my life's story. He was. Holding her knickers against my nose, I inhaled. “You still smell good, you know.”“Thanks …. Fuckkkkkk, Miss.” It was me suddenly twisting two fingers into her, my knuckles stretching her slick pussy walls, that caused that whimper.Embedded, my fingers slowly scissoring, I whispered, “Look at me, baby.”Her eyes met mine; nervous but needy.“You are going to cum for me, sweetie. And you know what Miss Jennie wants.”“What?” She whimpered as my fingers tapped her spot.“You nail that concerto. No.