Gods, don't let her bring me off in public. Please. Please.Instead she took my hand, and guided it under her skirt. Up. Up. Her skin was like satin. "...nd this is proof that I like seeing you in them... sissy," she whispered back. Her panties were warm and damp. She was aroused by *something*. She left my hand there, stroking her, for several moments, then sighed, and urged it back out, closing her legs. "I don't want spots on my skirt, sweetie," she explained. She reached across the table, and. ..nope!But she did. And she squeezed my nipples as well. As uncomfortable as it felt, it was a massive turn on. Because here I had a beautiful woman that was not a lesbian, but wanted desperately to try something new. WE call them: 'Curious'...I let her explore and I explored her. But I decided then and there.....we were behind a windscreen, most people had already left the beach and those that were still there were quite a distance away.....I decided to run my hand up under her short beach. ’” That evening Daniel read Laurie’s entry in the face book from the last major reunion. There was Laurie, 20 years on, outdoors, with a big but somewhat forced smile, tank top showing toned arms and a swell of East European bosom. Zaftig, the Yiddish word for top-heavy, fit her like a silk teddy. Her essay galloped through her career, plus hiking, social-action committees, and exotic vacations. And also: “I’ve got a Siamese cat named Cho-san that I love. It’s a great life, although I’m still. ..The Major, on the other hand, wasn't faring as well. "You don't do this much, do you?" he asked Vera, pulling her face off his cock. She was a mess, what with tears and snot and runny makeup..."I'm sorry!" I think she was, too; it sounded sincere.Master Jack opened his mouth, and I figured either me or Frieda -- who was standing nearby calmly licking Jock's spooge off her fingers -- would get the call -- but Oliver turned his head to look at them and said, "Fuck her. THAT works."Vera turned.