’ She grinned. ‘I’m already doing that.’ We then stopped discussing anything other than the actual sex act. Maggie really got into it and I co...ld tell that, like Mary, she loved sex. She had just controlled her urges more from the way everyone talked about the two of them. I watched as her excitement ran over her face. She would smile at me and then close her eyes and concentrate on the enjoyment her nerve endings were sending to her brain. I slow stroked her and her body was very responsive.. Don't make this any harder on either of us than it has to be." I'm not leaving Aimee, until I know what this is all about, and neither are you. There are only two ways out of this room, through the window or through the door, so unless you plan on jumping out of a second floor window the only way out is through the door and I'm not moving until you talk." Please Joey, I don't want to talk about it, it will only make things worse." Worse for who Aimee? How can it be any worse for me than it. Maybe the only way to get into Heather’s pants wasn’t to get her drunk. Maybe he had the secret after all, and maybe that night wasn’t the first or the only time with him. Maybe the first time was much earlier. Maybe what I thought that night, that she had too much to drink, was really just her doing what she wanted to do anyway. But now, two years later, there I sat, looking at my past and trying not to let it get to me. The toys and the swing set did cause me some real grief which refused to. His hands all over my body, my breasts, ass, under my dress, it was so hot. I put his hand on my pussy and had him rubbing it now, he then pulled my panties over, I lifted my leg for easier access and he started fingering me again. I was so wet. I had my hand on his crotch, rock hard, his tongue in my mouth, finger in my pussy. I finally broke free and went to the ladies room. I pulled my soaking panties off and put them in my purse. Then went back out to him. A few people showed up about ten.