Every nerve ending in her body seemed to have congregated in her clitoris. Her body jerked and spasmed with each swipe of Marsha's tongue on her clit....or a brief moment, Marsha came up for air, spotting her backpack as she breathed in deeply. She searched inside it for something she always carried with her; her vibrator. She grunted with lust when her hand closed around it.Long and lean, it was curved slightly at the end. Marsha pressed it against Lana's clit and turned it on. The purple wand. ..- "y eso que aceptaste?"* "es que te ves bien bueno y me gusto como me agarraste las tetas"- "ah ok pero no cualquier mujer se va con un tipo asi a mamarle el guevo en la calle solo por que le agarren las tetas, solo se m*****an me gritan y se van, eres puta?" le pregunte sin ningun tipo de verguenza y ni me importo si se m*****ara, me dijo...* "no soy puta, pero trabajo en un hotel cambiando las sabanas y limpiando, y siempre escucho a los que van a cojerse a las putas y aveces los tipos me. I really hadn’t made the connection, and I swear that I had, in my righteous indignation, completely missed that the hand guiding the tissue through my folds wasn’t my own. Both points did nada to alleviate my shame. The tissue dropped into the bowl, and I hastily jumped up and closed the lid when Anne pressed the button to flush. She immediately guided me down to sit on the lid. “As I said, before you so helped so brilliantly in proving my point, Jason was an error in judgment, one I couldn’t. * * * * * As they enjoyed their wines before dinner, Diane told George, ‘Frank called and said he and Carol agree that the four of us should get together.’ George thought he’d misunderstood her comment, but smiled and nodded for her to continue. Diane continued her story, ‘We’re invited to Frank’s house next Friday evening for drinks, dinner, and a fun evening.’ George was amazed. In the ten years he’d known Frank, they’d never partied at his place. Frank had always made excuses, usually that.