I am definitely not imagining it this time. I want to touch my pussy. I want him to touch it. He moves to the other and does the same. I slide my hand...between my legs. I'm drenched. I touch my clit and go to slide my fingers inside. His hand suddenly grabs mine. Without a word he puts it back to my side. I moan in frustration. He bites my nipple as a warning to be good.He moves to my legs and begins again at my feet. Lifting my legs so that im spread wide. The towel goes again. He massages both. . but you gotta follow the story...Well, as the time goes by, my relationship with Wilma got better and, even if we weren’t the kind of ‘BFFs’, we talked a lot about life and stuff. One of these days, she appeared in my house, with her clothes and her ‘trademark’ green hat, and of course, we started to chat, until...“Wilma, can you answer me a question?”“Sure, why not”“How is that thing with you and women? Well, you know... when in bed...”“What do you want to know exactly, Corinne?”“If it’s the. Her hands didn't try to resist me, instead they moved to my shirt buttons. Our shirts fell away, dropping to the floor and I reached out to fully feel her breasts. I put my arms around her and started to unhook her bra. She laughed and said, "This will go faster if I do it." She reached behind her and unsnapped the bra, letting it too fall. Her breasts had some middle-aged sag but were nicely formed with a small aureola and hard pink nipples. I leaned down slightly and gently ran my tongue over. Robert sat down next to Linda and told her its going pretty good. Every now and then he will get writers block and he has to go outside and do what ever to clear his mind. Every now and then she would go scratch her pussy, it was itching for a cock. Robert said he has to leave and go write his book. He left, Linda took no time to hike her dress up and started masturbating. She had her legs open and resting on the coffee table, her hand going fast rubbing on her clit and fingering her pussy. She.