Frankie almost felt her legs give way as Charlie pushed her way through the crowd of people to get to the toilet.Frankie just stood stock still, not k...owing what to do next, she had never felt this turned on by a woman in her life, but she somehow knew her legs would lead her to the toilet in the next few mins."What's going on with you" her friend asked as she passed her a drink, "Er nothing just need the loo be right back".Frankie didn't know how she managed to walk to the toilet as her legs. She even slipped a candle into her back passage periodically. It wasn't as intense as the pleasure she got from rubbing her special spot, but she had found it pleasurable, particularly when she rubbed her mound while she did it.She reached her hand behind her and found Jorgarn's hardness. It was much thicker than a candle, she reasoned, but she thought she could take it, perhaps more of it in her back hole than in her front.She pressed the head insistently and felt her passage open to accept. She shook her head. ‘Upset with Bronwyn?’ Gwen wrote. ‘Yes,’ I replied. I explained, although Gwen probably knew already, that I had proposed on New Year’s Eve and Bronwyn hadn’t said yes or no, and had been cool to me since then… ‘And she jealous of me?’ Gwen wrote. ‘Yes, by why? You kissed me once, and she was there beside me,’ I protested. ‘She thinks you have been seeing me behind her back.’ ‘I haven’t!’ I retorted. ‘No. But I had acquired a boyfriend, a friend of yours — James. Bronwyn. I told her that I agreed with him, and that he must have good taste! I asked her if he knew we were together, and she told me that he didn't. I then asked her to introduce me, but she told me it would be too weird, and that there was way she'd introduce us. I insisted. "I won't say anything," I told her. She finally agreed. I guessed the guy was close to forty, and he was Hispanic. He was probably about 5'8" and he probably weighed about 170 lbs. He was nicely dressed. When we were making some.