Or close to it, because I am a careful sort of person and need a little foreplay.The warmth and texture are quite nice against the sensitive inside of...my thigh. Jinn is smooth like porcelain, but not as cold. I gently rub it up and down and side-to-side, inching closer to the crease of my outer pussy lips.I close my eyes and sort through my latest fantasies that have entertained me during boring treadmill runs and even more boring work meetings. Ménage? Two men. Or one man, one woman? Or maybe…. We left her asleep in my bed and took Mona home. All they way to her mother’s she is explaining that she just had too much to drink and things just got out of hand. I didn’t buy into it but didn’t argue with her, just took her home. Told her I would bring Lynn home the next morning but would see her at the picnic that afternoon. I was cool and distant by then and it bothered her. I think she thought we were still in high school and cock teasing was cool and expected but when she could tell that. Cathy wanted to give me a giant hug, and I did nothing to stop her. In fact, I returned the hug to her. We didn't speak for some time. I wanted her to break the silence. I didn't want to force myself on her now.Finally, she blurted out, "He's always been like that, always pressing me to be more than I thought it was possible for me to be, always wanting me to achieve more than he and Mom had. I hate him for that, Bryan. I hate that he is always so bossy, that he is always in control, that. For him to treat a young lady as he did me, under his father's roof, at the very least showed a lack of judgement. But he was, after all, a college senior, and I suspected that he would begin to play the role of playboy as soon as he graduated. Even in these days of 'Victorian prejudices', there were plenty of women with 'painted faces' to satisfy the sexual appetites. As much as I liked him, it would probably be best if I did not have anything further to do with him. One couldn't afford a.