When I kissed around her neck, she held my left hand placed it on her right breast.A part of my mind was telling me to stop, while the other part was ...elling me to continue. So I just let things happen. My right hand was on her hip. As soon as I touched her breast, I had a hard-on.From then on, I couldn’t resist! I pulled my best friend close to me and kissed her all over her face, ears, and neck. While my left hand was on her right breast squeezing it, my right hand was rolling over inside her. "The bastard won't be back!"She was wrong. He was back at the next session. True to her word, she stepped it up a notch. This time, he appeared to be breathing quite a bit harder at the end, but still not in pain. And he was back again for the following class.For the next several classes, she pushed harder and harder. Finally, at the end of a particularly brutal session, he came up front to her again. Staring her straight in the eye, he said, "Ms. Stevenson, I don't care how hard you try to. My breathing increases as I attempt to squirm away from her. My eyes widen as I feel her hand wiggle up the leg of my underwear, feeling my slight bulge and giggling as she pushed two fingers up inside my hole a little easier then I would have thought. I tried to wriggle away but this seemed to only allow her to probe her fingers deeper until I felt the base of her fingers at the entrance to my rectum. Kissing me on the forehead she quickly removed her fingers and disappeared into the crowd. "Oh hell, I'm sorry!" she spluttered, trying to dab at his sleeve with a napkin. "Look, I'll pay for the cleaning bill..." That's okay," Fred reassured her, gently removing her hand from his wrist. "I guess you were rooting for the Cowboys, huh?" The woman grunted, muttering something unintelligible and downing the last of her beer. Fred didn't mind; the bet he'd just won would pay for plenty of shirts.Fred hadn't particularly noticed his neighbor before, but now took the time to give her a.