She felt my dick on and started rubbing her ass on it. We both were hungry for each other so long. After few minutes of kissing we pulled away. She op...ned the door and sat next to me. Now we were eagerly waiting for the train to depart. She said my lips are very soft. I knew it because I take good care of my body. I said, “you should check them when I get out of shower” and winked at her.We were now burning with desires. Our bodies were hungry for so long. Every second was like an hour now. I. " Trish began."Oh, no. That was a JOKE. Joke!" No, no, I meant we, Plural, should probably get that done sometime soon." Trish hastily elaborated. "I'm running out, and you don't have a functioning washer here."Which sadly was true. I had inherited the washer and dryer, but unfortunately, they hadn't been in working order, I had discovered to great consternation, and I had been too broke recently to buy a new one. Hell, a trip to the Laundromat, while mundane and dull, might just be the thing. Barb had some weeks ago discovered a way to at least mitigate the lack of romance. One night when Don had called to say he would be late, she decided to kill a little time surfing the net. Like almost every other college student she had at times explored some of the more sexually explicit sites and now casually stopped at a site with explicit stories. Soon she was lost in a fictional world of deep romance and hot sex. When Don returned late that night she was already in bed - naked - she and. While kissing you, my hand wanders even further. It rests where it started, on your pubic mound. Feeling the smooth, hard surface, my fingers sliding first to one side and then the other, rubbing into the crease between your pubis and your thigh. Lower and lower, until finally, my hand is between your legs. You part them to give me easy access. Your vulva is wet and slippery, and so very hot. As my forefinger presses onto your clitoris, my kiss becomes hard, my tongue pushing harder into its.