Waiting for our turn at the counter to get the all important tickets we both begin talking about me being a lesbian and how I had come out about it an... how everyone had reacted with my decision. Going in deep depths of the conversation we hadn’t realized that It was our turn at the counter, walking up to it I finally glanced at the girl on the other side, she was laughing at something and I would sure as hell would have liked to know. “Enjoy your conversation?” she giggled. “We did thank you,. I naively picked it very haphazardly.“Careful my dear, it’s very sharp,” he grinned.Taking his advice, I attempted to slowly and gently roll the wheel over my skin and I let out a yelp in seconds.“Fuck, that’s sharp, that shit hurts Frank!” I accused.“Well…yes, my dear, that’s kind of the point,” he explained with a wink.Like a picky eater, I turned my nose up to him and his device and handed it back to him. “Oh, look at that face! Someone doesn’t like it,” he chided. “Frank, I just don’t get. I'm even not sad about the fact that I found out he was cheating on me only because he fell in the shower of that bitch and snapped his neck, and that the paramedic was enough of the bumbling idiot to describe everything in detail. Sure, I wept for some time, how could he cheat on me, oh how sad that he died. But all in all, he was nothing but a useless asshole that I was lucky enough not to marry. He wasn't even such a great fuck, I've been fucked and also fucked harder and better than he. As I did, my skirt shifted higher on my thighs, and I watched as his eyes traced the path from my knees to the hem of my skirt. I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't help myself. "Why just look, when you can touch?" I asked as I grabbed his hand and laid it on my upper thigh. His pinky finger was slightly under my skirt and just inches from my aching lips. Oh God I needed him. He hesitated, but withdrew his hand. I could see him growing stiff and pressing against his zipper. "Now,.