Touching my clit, and my wet pussy. I guess I was aroused because I could feel my juice soaking her fingers as she ran them along my smooth slit. "We ...houldn't be doing this." I said. Her green eyes looked up at me. "You're saying you don't like what I'm doing?" she winked. Her fingers moved again and I pushed myself against her. "No..." I said slowly. "Then why shouldn't we be doing this?" I didn't answer her. She pushed a finger inside me, then another one. It felt so good, I could barely. I texted a bit with Julie. She had to close tonight, so couldn’t come over. I never heard Millie come in, but her bedroom door was closed this morning, so I assume she made it home last night.June 29 – Saturday morning! Another week, another dollar-fifty. I slept in, and since it was Saturday I varied my normal routine, running before writing in my journal. Anyway, Millie was up and cleaning the kitchen as I headed out to run. I asked her if she had fun last night. She mumbled. I met this one guy at a party, Diego, he was a little older than me, hipster beard, dark eyes, robust muscular body.. kind of hot. He told me he owned a bar in one of the waterfront districts. I felt the hots for him, and naturally he was very attracted to me. So after the party we exchanged numbers.He called me up the next day and invited to see him at his bar. I instantly had a plan that I would tease and seduce him that night. So I wore a red short dress that I had back then, with spaghetti. He cried out as my fingers stretched his hole and slid their way deeper into his tight sexy ass. Once he got used to the feel of my fingers, I took them out and he made a little grown of disappointment. Moving forward I pressed my dick against his asshole. Then I slid my hands up his sides until they ran over his armpits feeling the swet and the little patch of underarm hair. I brought my hands to my nose and breathed deeply the sour stench sent of my lovers swet. Then I rapped my arms around.