Without realizing it I stop stroking myself and stare in disbelief as the panties go further and further inside. She then pulls them out a little and ...hoves them back in then takes them out and throws them at me. I catch them and hold them to my nose to take in her wonderful scent. She then reminds that I have stopped playing with myself and that I should continue. She starts playing with herself again, rubbing her fingers up and down her slit and stroking her clit. We look into each other eyes. ‘What does it look like I’m doing?’ ‘My job.’ She stops and then looks at me. Then she pulls me into her and gives me a long, deep kiss, Her tongue dances around the inside of my mouth. She squeezes and pulls my hair. I move back. She looks hurt. ‘Why did you do that?’ I ask her. She doesn’t answer for awhile. Finally she cries, ‘I want you to be attracted to me!’ She has nothing to worry about. I pause a beat. Then I wrap up with her and we continue kissing. This time I press up against her. You want some help, baby? Kristanna said to Lindsay in a soothing, sympathetic tone. Why dont you come over here and sit on my lap like a good, little girl, and Ill think about giving you some help? When Lindsay did as instructed, Kristanna slipped a hand between the folds of the towel and copped cheap feels of her breasts. She then found Lindsays lips with her own, and the two shared a deep, languid kiss that lasted a good 60 seconds. Nope, Kristanna gleefully chirped once it was over. Nope,. She cast a wary glance back at the doors.George enjoyed the show immensely, as did several passersby. Dawn blushed in mild embarrassment.Being a Sunday, the supermarket was packed with people hunting for the week's groceries. The two found it difficult to maneuver through the traffic of frantic mothers with bored children, the half dressed teenage girls, and the agonizingly slow old ladies who used their carts as walkers. It was rare that he found a semi-private moment to chat with Dawn.