Two. Three. She was alright. Jon placed his hand on her back and began languidly rubbing back and forth. The warmth from his hand radiated through her...whole body. ‘God, what kind of idiot chokes on a grain of rice?’ She asked herself. Her face, still inches away form the seat of the couch, burned hot. ‘Cady?’ Jon asked. She could feel his warm breath on her ear and it was then she realized that she was keeled over on her couch. She looked as if she was having bad cramps. ‘What?’ Caden. She leant close to her friend, raising her left hand to Helens' face and turning it forcibly towards her."Listen to me Helen. I'm not a dyke either. I like men, and at the right time there's nothing I like better than a hard cock. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to forgo all the other opportunities life can offer me. I think women's bodies are beautiful, I have done at least since I hit puberty and probably before that. I used to fantasise about making love with girls almost as much as I. Surprisingly it was his mother that now took the lead, pushing them apart she said in almost a whisper that she wished to see him naked, a little stunned she stepped back as he undid the shorts and let them drop, while wrestling off his vest in record speed. Kicking the shorts and the slippers into a heap and standing himself before her his penis semi erect, her eyes fixed on it as if it was nelsons column, which it was not by any standards, at 6 ½ inches long, he always described it as ‘just. She had a more immediate concern. Standing in the hall, she'd felt wetness on her thighs again. When she was alone she could actually smell that feminine odor that came from a wet pussy. Obviously the improvised padding in her panties wasn't working.When her lunch period started she grabbed her coat and purse and headed for the nearest drugstore. Panties, baggies, and a douche, those should cover her most important needsBack in the lounge she had to wait until the place was nearly empty, and.