" "Here," I said, leaning back against the arm of the couch. "Let's do it like we were on the floor earlier." We rearranged ourselves so our pussy lip... were kissing again. "Oh, that feels good just putting my pussy against yours," I said. "It's nice," she said, "but I'm not getting enough... friction." She had a soft hand on my thigh and rolled her hips slowly, which I had to agree was pleasant, but a long way from orgasm-inducing. "Take my hands," she said, holding them out to me. We both had. Marge was the switchboard operator there.To describe her, it’s fair to say she was the spitting image of Cher, American Indian in heritage, but extremely fair skinned. Small breasted with a B cup, she was slim all over but drop dead gorgeous. Of course, all the guys in my unit were vying for her attention, but she only smiled and ignored them.On a $10 bet, I was kinda pushed into making the moves on her and for some reason, she was receptive of them. [shoulda seen the handwriting on the wall,. This is your birthday, Soph--anyone gives you serious shit, they are so out of here, got it?" Got it."They went out and grabbed the loveseat where Sophia usually held court during Jessie's parties."So", Warren asked, "What am I going to be up against?" Don't worry, dear heart," smiled Sophia. "There will be some people that give us shit. Now, there are some people who I don't care if they give us shit or not. Some people I do. You'll be able to tell the difference. Just go with the flow.". Then he stood behind her, and rubbed himself against her enterance before slowly slipping into her.She shifted a bit, shifting around him as she got use to him and his size. He waited patiently, gently rubbing her back. When he was satisfied she was ready, he began slowly thrusting in and out of her, gaining speed as she became wetter and wetter. Soon he was pounding into her, pushing against her cervix and pulling her by her hips to meet his thrusting.Her tender breasts bounced back and forth,.