"Yes," Jessica gushed.Bridget removed her hand and stretched her body over Jessica's so her pussy was leveled with her friend's and then pressed her b...dy down and began moving her body up and down; Rubbing her pussy against her friend's pussy. She moaned pleasurably as their pussies grind together.The friends' first time lesbian lovemaking started slowing then gradually grew more and more intense making the bed shake and the bed posts bang angrily against the wall. Bridget and Jessica were. We head down by the large chunks of rock that have fallen off the rock in past times. Hanging Rock stays true to its name and hangs above our heads, protecting us from the full force of mother nature's storm. The rain is really pouring now, small streams drip from the rock. We stand under the cliff and hold hands.We watch in awe at the amazing storm, our own storm only beginning to brew. I start to turn towards you and you take my hands and press me back against the rocks. Our wet clothes cling. And the questions: had I thought I might have to strip bare, could he touch my bare skin and how would I feel about it? How might my fiancé feel about it all – had I consider his emotions in this venture? Was I seeking a sensual encounter or something altogether more pragmatic? Did I understand what I was really asking him for? At times, I wasn't sure if I was being interviewed or whether it was him applying for a position. But I came to appreciate there was a rigour and a necessary logic to. Anyway, after college we went our separate ways, I moved away and began my career and they got married and had their careers, and apart from messages and the odd phone call through the year, I hardly ever saw them. Then a few years later, I returned to the area on business, and eagerly after several phone calls we met up. They invited me to their place for dinner, and happily I arrived around seven at their house, a nice place, in a nice estate on the edge of town.Now to clear things up, I was.