His body language practically screamed MINE. Luckily, I didn't give a rat's ass what Nat's body was trying to tell me. I didn't believe in poaching, b...t Sheila didn't act as if there was anything romantic between her and Nat. That made it an open race as far as I was concerned.It had been a very long time since any woman had interested me the way Sheila did. She had a way of cocking her head to the side while staring into a person's eyes that made you feel as if she could see to the bottom of. Soon after, I felt her cold feet on the calf of my back leg. She immediately pulled it back and said “sorry”.The coldness had shaken me up a bit, but I replied “oh, no problem”. She said “You are warmed up already. Can I spoon with you until I get warmer?” not finding that a crazy idea at all, as we girls often cuddle, I said “yes, of course. Come here”She rolled over and clinged to me tightly, putting her arms around me so that I was lying on her upper arm while her other arm was holding my. As she liked it so much that she removed her bra opening another boob.I did the same with the right boob for 10 more mins. She arched her back and pushing my head in her boobs.I started chewing her boobs and nipples and moving my hand on her leg. And place my hand on her pussy. It was all wet. I thought she might have reached her orgasm. I tried to remove her legging but it was tight so I was unable to remove it.She helped me and removed it and was in white floral panties.I placed my hand on. He allowed me to settle again and I started to relax into my role as the theatre harlot, I was sitting half lying in my seat with my skirt almost around my waist with my legs open and my genitalia in full view in the dim light, if the man in front had turned around he would have been able to see straight between my legs into my gaping cunt, he would have seen my tits on display but on thinking this I found that I did not care, I was being used but not abused and I did not care who saw me, he.