If you want an honest answer to that question stick a couple fingers inside of her. I think you’ll find that they come back out covered in pussy jui...e. You know what that means, right?”Tracy’s eyes closed and she gasped again as his fingers slowly probed her pussy. He pulled his hand back a moment later and held up his fingers to show me and everyone around us how wet they are. His eyes went from his fingers, to me, to Tracy’s face and then down to her now exposed pussy and I began to wonder if. It might make for an easy day tomorrow.”So we grabbed our things and left everything where it was so we could pick up where we left off. We decided to take my car. I opened the door for Becca; she gave me a kiss on the cheek. While she was getting in, her skirt rode up her thigh and I caught a quick peek of the top of her stockings. My cock twitched as it grew. I hoped I could keep my mind on business and not my needy cock. With legs like Becca had, that was going to be difficult.We. And white jockey underwear.”“OH! I never knew we all did.”“It’s OK, I like white socks on a man’s feet.”“You do? Dang, I hope you like my feet then,” I hoped she knew what I meant.“I like your feet a lot already. I like big feet on a man and I like men with a big butt too ... I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that.”“It’s OK, I do have big feet and a big butt too. I’m glad you like mine.”“OH I do. Yes I like your big feet and you have a very nice butt. A nice big butt too.”“Oh, OK. The. Tara didn’t seem to be fighting her. In fact, she went back to what she was doing with only a brief hesitation. ‘You’re interrupting,’ the woman said in that same dismissive voice. How could I have been so wrong about us? I thought Tara loved me, but here she was with another woman. Worse, she was so enmeshed in what she was doing that she didn’t bother to comment. The moment seemed completely surreal. How could everything have fallen apart so quickly? If the woman was a guy, I might of killed.