I lifted my finger to my mouth, the juice that coated my finger was quiet pleasant as I tasted it. I was so turned on, when I reached back down to my ...ussy I tried to get two fingers inside. My skirt was too tight, so I slipped my panties down to my ankles, and pulled my skirt over my waist. When I spread my legs over the arms of the chair, I was able to insert two fingers. My pussy felt full and the sensation I felt as I slid my fingers in and out was sensational. I knew this must be what sex. And started across the street, being careful to look both ways before crossing.I suddenly realized just what I was doing, and stopped dead. I was way beyond confused, and coming up fast onto a real panic. There hasn't been a streetcar through here since at least 1966; I remember my boyhood sadness...Boyhood?...as the last of the cream-and-red beauties left the car barn that one final time. Yet here was a Route 64 flyer, matter-of-factly turning away. Bell clanging, big as life.I looked around. I pointed this out to Alexandra. ‘Don’t worry we’ll make it,’ she started to walk faster. As we reached the top of Grafton St. and crossed into Stephen’s Green I became more and more anxious. I don’t know why, I mean it wouldn’t have been the end of the world if we didn’t get a drink. ‘So where’s this pub then?’ I asked knowing that the nearest pubs were in Wexford St. or Camden St., both of which seemed a long way with only a few minutes to closing time. ‘At the top of Camden St,’ she replied.. As I hope you will have noticed, I rarely use foul language in mywriting. In fact, I only do so when there is no other way torealistically depict the nature of what is happening. In this case, Iam only talking about two scenes and four occurrences, but since it ismore than usual, I give fair warning.Construction siteAfter mincing my way behind Kane hall, I quickly came to the conclusionthat, much though I loved it, the gown was just too impractical to wearfor anything but the most special.