He continued to move his thumbs lower and closer toward my center with each stroke. I was beginning to wonder just how far he was going to try to go a...d just how far was I willing to let him? He scooted back just a bit more as his thumbs came dangerously close to my labia. He was practically touching them now, he was so close; I wanted him to, so bad. My mouth was so dry, contrasting to my puss, which gushed out juices.I started pushing my butt back at him, trying to get him to put his thumbs. Well, that's not quite true, I usually sleep in just panties and I slip on a bra to go outside my own room. It's more clothing than I wear at the beach or the pool. In fact, I have a thong bikini I bought and wore only once. It left nothing, I mean, nothing, to one's imagination. I'm quite pretty and I'm also very comfortable with my body but I'm not an exhibitionist. Well, I am some, maybe, maybe even just a bit more than some, but this suit (if you can call it that) was next to nothing and I. After the crying came the hugging, after the hugging came the kissing, this turned into another make-out session that escalated from there.Diane pulled her mother into the master bedroom because it had the bigger bed BUT, she stepped into her own bedroom for a minute to retrieve her bag of toys.The rest of the night, and into the next day, Anita and Diane fucked each other senseless. First they ate each other's pussy and then they moved into a pussy-to-pussy scissors grind. Diane stood on top. I have always held a overly negative outlook on life, have battle with depression at times, and having just retired from my life as a full time biathlete, I was at a loss at what to do next. I had no family ties out here, no boyfriends or anything, but I had lived here too long to considering living anywhere else. But at the same time, the constant reminders of my past were not something I was looking forward to either. And to make matters worse, I was feeling the call of nature as well. While.