Heels clicking, she walked down the crowded street and into the Howard Building. A quick glance at the clock told her she had time for coffee before g...ing up to Ryan's office. Her nerves were drawn tight, ready to snap. She headed into the coffee shop and slipped into a small booth.When she was on her second cup, Tiffany began to relax. She settled easily back into the small comfortable booth, allowed herself to pick up on the conversations going on around her.Since she had come into the coffee. All the time I was moaning hhhhhhhmmm aaaaaaaaaahhhhh. He then put his lips on them. I felt in heaven. I had good suckable nipples after the birth of my son and I knew they drove my husband wild. He started sucking on my tits. I was moaning with utmost pleasure. While he was sucking me, his hands went down to my belly and then to my pussy. He put his index finger right between my cunt lips. I loved every moment of his touches. Then he took his face away from my tits to my legs He started to. She realized she was very sore all over her body. Despite her soreness she kept washing her breasts, stomach, legs and most of all between her legs over and over. No matter how much she washed between her legs it seemed like more sticky fluids and blood came out. Again and again her mom's words echoed in her mind, "I heard the two of you had a good time last night."She kept washing and crying until she felt herself shivering because the hot water had run out and she was now taking a cold. Then back then the left. Then back again. Then the fingers curled and the tips retreated, a shade, then nudged their way under the band. Hoping to signal her dislike of what was happening, Nicci was pushing her elbow back at the stranger behind her, the one who was feeling her, but couldn’t seem to find him.She angled if off to the left, into the carriage, hit something, but what? She didn’t know. But whatever it was it had no effect on the hand, though the hand was having an effect on her.