I didn't tell him about the teasing. Or the time with she and Jon down at the river. All I said was that my relationship with Beth was consensual. But...that was all.Regarding Zoey, I just said, numbly, "I did it."And he really didn't like my mental breakdown in the courtroom.I didn't care. I didn't care to fight. Fight or flight? I was definitely all about flying at this point. What good would it do? Nobody was going to believe me, anyway. I was nothing but a dirty rapist and that's all I would. Needless to say, my hand never got to her leftthigh. It became buried in her crotch and she workedit up and down and sideways. I could make out a smallthatch of hair, even though it was beneath her pantiesand panty hose, the hair felt soft. She beganadjusting her stance to allow me more access. I beganlooking for the little button. I found it and shejumped! Her breathing was getting heavy and her hipmovements more obvious. I couldn’t stop and shewouldn’t let me. All this was. She kissed me again and now, bare, our breasts touched and I felt that unmistakeable feeling of my cunt lubricating herself in anticipation of her, her finger, her tongue and whatever else she chose. She kissed me harder and the arm around my waist moved and suddenly her had was cupping me. With a little groan she whispered, “Fuck you are so wet!” and a finger slithered inside me. Two can play that game and I did.“It seems we’re both wet.”Her tongue pushed deeper and so did her finger. I bloody. I’m indeed lost within you. Head reeling, senses overloading. I choose to assert my masculinity and hope you will not retreat…Grasping a handful of your own soft-as-feathers hair, I ever so gently but forcefully turn your face into mine and greet you with an open mouthed and deep, full-tongued kiss… Savoring each others’ invited tastes, we are a singular, writhing sexual being, alive with the sensuality of the moment.The passion we both seek and crave, the passion which we both have known.