Her look was one of almost unendurable sorrow.At the next stop, I took the initiative and moved as the doors opened. Making it seem that I was being f...rced towards the doorway by departing passengers, I moved to within a few steps of her before stepping sideways, out of the moving flow. Reaching up I took hold of a hanging strap and waited for the next stop, the first of the true sardine press stops. So intent was she on her own thoughts, on whatever it was that so troubled her, that she had. “Holy shit Gemma, when.....where are you ever going to wear something like that?”“Oh you don’t like it? I was hoping since we were going out tomorrow night I might wear it then” “My god baby, I have seen you naked, a lot! And just look what you are doing to me” he said looking at the tent in his pants.“Do you really want every guy in sight pointing at you with their dick like this?”“I do, I want to be the sexiest woman in every room I enter tomorrow night. I want people to know I belong to you. She brushed her hand lightly against them, and I found the shockrepeating itself. I squeaked in alarm. It didn't hurt per say, but it wasdefinitely a new feeling. Claire took me by the hand and sat me down onthe bed. Watching my eyes, she slowly blew on the surface of my nipples.I shivered and arced my back, a low moan escaping me involuntarily. Shenodded, then started to lick and suck one of my nipples, as a free handstarted to massage the other. Waves of pleasure raced down from my. I was holding no thought of my husband in my mind and was in fact, completely captivated in watching my own eroticism in the mirror. My mind wandered further back to the origin of my new-found cravings. I recalled those adult videos Louise showed us condo girls at her hen party. It seemed to me that in the first movie, all the action centered around women, showing pained expressions, pretending to enjoy hairy men's huge penises shoved in their bums. The men never showed love or emotion, only.