Besides, this girl was a natural blonde. Meg and Ashley looked at each other, their eyes wide. They laughed. "Well, okay then!" said Ashley. I was sur...rised, I thought they knew that I'd had sex with her. It was all so relaxed and comfortable that I didn't change seats when Ashley got up and left the room for a moment. Meg swooped in. She was there next to me, talking in a very sweet voice, telling me how attractive I was, when Ashley came back in and sat on the opposite couch. I figured I. I was already wet down there. He bit my earlobe again right as he pressed down on my clit. "Ah, fuuuuccckkkk," I whispered still trying to keep quiet. He began to rub my throbbing clit, making it wet and slippery. His breath on my neck, his hand teasing my nipple, his thumb rubbing my sensative clit; it was all pushing me toward the edge. "Fuck, that feels so good baby. Don't you dare stop." I was moaning like a bitch in heat. Well, let's be honest, I WAS a bitch in heat. I was his bitch. He. It felt great. I walked to the parked car my heels clicking onthe pavement and opened the car door. I seated myself first asany natural woman would; swinging my legs into the car in thesame manner I have watched my wife elegantly enter a car. Iclosed the door and placed the key, gripped by my own luxuriousmanicured fingers, into the ignition and started the car. Mysenses were heightening and the feel of my own high heels on thecar pedals and very feminine fingers gripping the steering wheelwere. If you want to stop sleeping with me, you don’t need a pretense.”“No, that’s not it at all!” she said quickly.I chuckled, “Remembered on which side your bread is buttered?”“I guess it was two things — church just never was all that important, and the fact that Clarissa made such a big deal about it.”“You know how close we are; she was looking out for my best interests.”“Making sure you got your nookie?” Kristin laughed.“That’s one way to look at it, but also to make the point that if you upset.