Our conversation leading to more arousing things...picturing in our minds what each other is doing...your voice getting deeper as you ask me what I am...wearingi lower my voice and tell you just my lace panties. I hear your mmmmmm at picturing me...I ask you the same. Trying to get the mental image of you in my mind. You whisper...Wearing just a smile baby...smiling at the thought of you lying there naked...mmmmmm...I tell you how aroused that makes me...you ask me what I am doingi tell you that. That was my call to make. You weren't there."The flight back to Santa Rosa had been subdued, to say the least. I kept apologizing to Kelli, and she kept telling me I had nothing to apologize for."Look," she grabbed my lapels finally, having gotten tired of the endless runaround. "You protected me. I was safe. I've never felt safer than I felt when you put yourself between me and those men. I never felt more cared for, you understand?" Sure, but..." No buts!" she punched me in the shoulder. "You. I lifted my night shirt and showed him my pussy. We started kissing and he fingered me. He smelled bad and was dirty, his fingers were rough but felt good inside me. We ended up on the floor with me naked. He pulled his pants down and pushed his cock inside me. It was smaller than Fred's but felt good. He asked me if he could cum inside me and I replied yes, yes, yeesss. He banged away on me and I liked it even though he smelled so bad, like stale beer and cigarettes with BO. I could feel his. She always felt that all of the years of moving and physical activity had produced a body that wasn’t very feminine looking. She had muscles in her legs that could carry her for miles at a fast run that marathoners could not hope to match, on their best day. She had muscles in her arms that would let her lift incredible weights. Her stomach had six pack abs. She was strong and she looked strong. There wasn’t any way to deny that.Betsy asked, “You don’t think I look a little butch?”“What?”.