I was still positioned between Maple's legs, looking at a very wet pussy. I was confused as to what she wanted me to do. I heard her laugh as she took...an ice cube and touched it to Maple's exposed clit. Maple inhaled sharply as I watched the once exposed clit retract into the protection of it's surrounding cover.Something about that made me laugh. I had to try it, but first I had to coax her clit back out. I leaned forward and using my first two fingers, I pushed the sheath back and started to. Both of them were in the process of divorce, so there was a lot to catch up on. It was actually a great feeling, how they pretty much picked right back up where they left off.Their conversations would turn flirty and sometimes intimate. Both finally admitting to their crush after all these years. Neither living with regret, because time makes us all older and wiser. When her phone would go off by a text from him, her face lit up with brightest smile and butterflies in her stomach all over. She had left the theater before the movie had ended and had set herself adrift in the city.Everywhere around her were young lovers, holding hands, kissing in the shadows. She heard girls giggling occasionally, heard laughter drifting down from bedroom windows, and the laughter made her feel terribly sad. If only she could let herself go! If only she were not haunted by images of Terry and the lust she felt for him!Sheila walked for what seemed like hours. She might have walked even longer if. She let me be the advancer. In fact, she was helping the situation along. I doubt that she had heard my conversation with Renée, but all the same Yvonne was acting as if she knew why I asked her back there.Giving in to what she wanted and the game itself, I moved forward. My semi-hard log rubbed against her bottom as I squeezed past to sit in the chair. She bit at her lip and her eyes widened for an instant at the contact. Maybe she could tell what I was packing and I wasn't even fully up.