Tonight she was blatantly bringing me face to face with her indiscretion. I was no longer trying to get her to play my game. She had forced me to play...hers, and she was playing me like a violin."Ohhhh yea you like it alright. You can taste it and you like it." She leaned back, her eyes looking at my lips. "Yesssssss! You taste him. Don't you?" She purred at me. "We both love it, don't we?"She slowly rolled off of me lying back on the arm of the sofa. Sensuously lifting her skirt and sliding her. A full five minutes passed silently, we both tried, and failed, to make conversation but it was difficult. I resorted to playing with my long, dark locks and simply waiting out the clock. I shouldn’t have asked her that. I’d seen her looking over at me for the past few weeks and when she finally mustered up the courage to talk to me; I scare her off. “I’m sorry Violet…I shouldn’t have…” “It’s fine, I just…wasn’t expecting that kind of question. I mean; it’s prohibited.” I grinned, a strange. " He glanced down at the V of her legs in her tight skirt. "I see where you're coming from." The skirt isn't that short." Wishful thinking?" My name is Jeanie."Joe finally stopped playing the game. "Wish I could get a good look at those tits."The washers and a sign of rules directly behind Joe meant that nobody could possibly see inside through the windows. The door was locked, so nobody was coming in. Every remaining hint of inhibition Jeanie had left evaporated in the heat of her need. She. It was the first time I’d seen a woman squirt, incredible. Again, the mixture of emotions was powerful, utter glee in the eroticism and dirtiness of their play, combined with the jealousy of never having made or seen a woman squirt before.He threw the black monster to the side and pulled her legs back down towards him, feeding his large cock into her. After giving her a few pumps in her sopping honey pot, he took his member out and lifted her legs again, resting the tip on her wet arsehole.I’d.