Michelle gasped quietly again as she felt Tina’s hand start to slide down until it reached her own, sliding over it, matching its movement. Their ey...s were still locked as Michelle started to move her hips against their hands, her fingers pressed deep inside her. The thought of her friend’s hand only millimeters from her soft folds was driving her crazy. Suddenly she wanted more; suddenly she wanted to feel her friend’s fingers join hers inside her. But despite her excitement she was too. Sunday was the worst day of my life. I had thought that Friday night and the Saturday confrontation with Jennifer were bad, but Sunday was worse. First, I had to face it alone. For the first time in a year, I woke up knowing that the woman I had loved was not going to be there. I tried to stay angry, but now I just grew morose. I got phone calls, none of which I answered, from several of her friends, telling me how bad it was for Jennifer. For her? For HER!?! My heart had been wrenched out of. Well, they weren’t the best of friends. They got along well ... okay, let’s just be happy that they at least weren’t dropping branches on each other.So, all was (relatively) peaceful in the forest until one summer they noticed that between them was growing a young sapling. This would never do ... they had a reputation to uphold you see.Thus the argument started. The Beech tree insisted that the sapling was a Son of a Birch, while the Birch tree said it was a Son of a Beech. On the argument. Another grrr and leans into me and bites my ear. Her left hand squeezes my thigh as she holds into me for balance and deftly lifts both knees and slips the panties over them and past the short heels and puts them in my hand. Finishing the movement with both legs over my right leg. Holding my shoulder. Giggling into my neck. Both of us turned on and she's happy with her accomplishment. Like she just climbed a peak or jumped out of a plane. Something she'd wanted to do but wasn't sure if she had.