My tongue slipped into his mouth to snake around and explore that sweet spot underneath. It didn’t take long for him to possessively wrap his arms...around my waist and pull me into his lap. I giggled like a school-girl, and tangled my fingers in his hair as his hands slipped beneath my blouse and fingered the bottom edge of my bra. He was planning to try for second base. I moaned softly to egg him on a little, and squirmed a bit in his lap. Sufficiently encouraged, he responded by. Laura and I arrived at our apartment by six o'clock. We had picked upsome Chinese take out food on the way home. I opened a bottle of wine asLaura put the food on a couple of plates. Laura seemed to beexceptionally quiet as we ate our evening meal. I attempted to start aconversation several times but she gave only very short answers. Afterthe meal, I carried the dirty dishes to the kitchen and placed them inthe dishwasher and turned it on as Laura cleaned the dinner table.Laura brought our wine. I told him I'd do whatever he wanted. He told me to take off my clothes, and when I did, he started feeling me all over, and pressed a couple of fingers against my ass. He asked if I had ever been fucked and I told him I hadn't. He said the first time it will probably hurt, but after that, I'd be wanting more of it. He spit on his fingers and slid two of them up my ass as I stood there. I was turned on by his fingering my ass and I got hard. He slid a third finger inside me and moved them. ”Now I don’t have a foot fetish. I mean, I can certainly think of lots of other things to do with girls. But I suddenly realized that maybe I had pointed out how much I liked some of Beth’s shoes perhaps once too often. And maybe I intimated that I liked the sexy pair of high heels on that salesgirl in the mall. Then there was the girl on the TV commercial. I guess that I had mentioned that I liked her cute toes once or twice. Anyway Jilly had noticed. And I suddenly felt that I had never seen.