There was no kissing, no foreplay, no fingering her, no licking her hairy cunt to get her wet and ready and she didn't seem to want any, she just lay ...own on the carpet on her back, spread her legs wide showing me her pink pussy lips that I so wanted to bury my hard cock back inside. By the time Emma had laid down I was already makes from the waist down, my rock hard cock waving in front of me, I knelt between her legs and placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her cunt, I looked down. We walked downtown since it was close by and we found a Mexican cantina where we could sit outside and enjoy the unseasonably cool summer day. We sat down next to each other and we ordered our drinks of choice, mine a whiskey and coke and hers a glass of wine. Once we ordered our meal the conversation turned to her life story after she left college her freshman year and broken marriage. It wasn’t a “poor me” conversation but more of factual statements of where she had been. Of course the drinks. I moaned, and wiggled around. It hurt, but the pain was quickly mixing with a huge amount of pleasure. She reached around and pulled out a hot pink dildo. She turned a knob at the bottom and I heard it whiz to life and start vibrating. I started to get wet in anticipation. She ran the vibrating dildo up my leg, and ran it over the lips of my pussy, smiling at the moans coming out of my mouth, one right after another. She was teasing me, and we were both loving every second of it. A second. At that time she reminded me too much of what I needed to escape. And ... as much as I enjoyed her as a friend and lover, I never ... She kept me at arms length, made it clear we could be good friends but never like boyfriend and girlfriend. So ... I guess I needed a girlfriend, someone I could be intimate with and make love to. That wasn't her." And did you find a girlfriend?" Molly didn't sound jealous, just curious.I chuckled. "More a series of women freshly wounded by recent relationships.