For me, that's the thrill, often it is a brush of a hand, a furtive grope. But on some occasions masturbation that can give me, and sometimes my partn...r of the moment the climax we both seek.When did my fetish begin? Difficult to say, it is a need that has grown over the years. As a young woman, tolerating a hand on my backside on a crowded dance floor. To the intense need for public masturbation, I now need as a mature female in her late thirties.Today should fill my needs perfectly. A journey. I was surprised though she had only a light sprinkling of pubic hairs. All this I witnessed as I was shaving at the sink.I also watched when she came out of the shower and after drying herself I threw over a tin of talcum powder. She just looked at it until I showed her how to use it. Unfortunately it was a man's talc, but she didn't mind. Then without dressing she moved upstairs.I had to admit it was nice crawling into a warm bed, even though at first we were at opposite sides. Gradually we. I felt it was time to play the submissive card and asked her, “Please stand up.”She stood up in front of me and fixed her dress. And I walked behind her and unzipped it slowly and then peeled it off her shoulders. It rolled off her body and fell into a heap at her feet. I lean down to kiss her on the neck, and she tilted her head to give me better access. While I was kissing her, I undid her bra and swept it off of her shoulders, where it too fell to the floor. Then I started kissing down the. Another chill runs over you.Before you can refuse, Erin turns and gives you that look, the one that says, 'Do this, if you know what's good for you.' You've lost almost everything today - losing the only thing left, the one thing you desire most, is not an option.You pull the skirt up and touch yourself, then run your finger slowly over the slick knob of flesh pouting from between your sopping cunt. Bridget returns to Erin's side, both of them watching intently as you close your eyes, imagining.