”She knew what I meant, but even though the teasing words stopped, that teasing smile didn’t alter one jot. The smile, the way she slowly eased up...and down, both of them giving me the feeling I was being sexed by a skillful and high-class call girl, rather than making love to my best friend and soulmate.This thought was painful and I toyed with asking Jill again, but I’d asked once and she knew what I wanted. I didn’t want to seem desperate so I left it with her, one ask was enough. But instead. “Another soft kiss, followed by teeth grazing to stifle a moan into your shoulder. One hand holds your neck as the other one pushes against you, biting you harder.”“I sigh deeply, pressing more firmly against you. ‘Oh God,’ my body reacts and moves wantonly against you.”“My palm firmly against you, fingers strumming your mons. Tap… Tap… Pressing firmly lodged against you.”“No. I can't. I'm sorry I can't. My rules...”“I rock against you, ignoring your useless reminders. My hips rocking against. I didn't have much body hair,so I shave myself smooth from nose to toe. I went upstairs and found a booth at the back of the viewing room and dropped a couple of coins in the slot. It was only a few minutes before someone opened the door. He was an older man around his fifties, and in good shape. He asked if I wanted company, I slid over and asked him to lock the door. He sat next to me and watched the movie for a minute before he put his hand on my leg,and rubbed it. I sat still as he moved. "Reeling from the stinging slap, he felt his short dress being liftedfrom behind and a woman's voice saying, "Oh look girls, my futurehusband's wearing pink nylon panties."Her future husband, what did she mean, turning round to face the womanholding his dress he saw it was Madam Wanda.She laughed in his face, "Yes Cynthia dear we are going to be married.Now hold your little black dress up Cynthia and tell the ladies whatpretty pink panties you are wearing and that you are going to marryMadam.