He takes my hand and leads me back to the bed. He turns on the tv, tuning in a soft music station playing quietly, flickering shadows across the walls...and his profile. He turns to me, pulling off his jacket and joins me on the bed, shedding his shoes as well. I want his skin against mine, and I help him out of the rest of his clothing as it falls to the floor, leaving his erect cock in front of my lips. I moisten them with my tongue, and gently kiss the head of it, over and over, starting to. "Hey, Asshole!" she said as she spun around looking at the old guy. "House rules say you don't touch!"The old boy looked nonplussed. "What are you talking about? I didn't touch you." Right! So maybe we got ghosts? Do it again and you're outta here!" Damn, woman, you need help!" He picked up his money and headed for the door. Trying my best to stifle an audible laugh I followed him out.I spent about an hour browsing in a porno bookstore but, being a computer-age kid with easy access to all the. She had been to slumber parties where girls were naked together, but there hadn't been any hanky panky. She had a few girlfriends, both past and present who she felt very close to, but she didn't have any frame of reference in which to evaluate how she might feel if there was anything closer than a hug involved. In fact, Hamako fit that description. So she imagined wrestling with Hamako in a tub of mud. When that made her laugh, and Hamako wanted to know why she was laughing, she told the girl. I kept watching the two of them. He kissed her neck while she turned, running his hands along her body and squeezing her breasts which made her hum softly. I laid there next to them and rubbed along her arm. They may have let me back in but I still felt like an outsider in my heart. Their forgiveness was easier to take than my guilt.Her breathing deepened and I saw the familiar evidence of her arousal in her flushed face. John had pushed her t-shirt up and was kissing her nipple as she stroked.