Not exactly knowing what was going on, I did what she did as we kissed and tongued each other. Hands went down my backside, clutching me on the butt, ...olding it firmly yet gently, a mix of the fist of iron covered with a velvet glove at the same time. My hands seemed to move of their own violation, carefully and nervously at first, taking the time to explore those huge breasts via touch. She let me examine them in their fullest of womanly glories, nipples erect like the great cedars of lebanon.. .. slut ... little bitch" were just some of the words he used. "Look at yourself!" he yelled.I looked into the full length mirror on the den door and shuddered. I must have still been pretty drunk when I had gotten dressed, after some casual sex in an upstairs bedroom at the party, and done a poor job of it. My grey skirt was unbuttoned far enough up the thigh to see most of my black panties and there were enough buttons on my blue blouse done up wrong or not buttoned at all to let anyone see. That was the truth too, so she felt a little better. ‘Yeah, I guess it isn’t all that comfortable is it?’ Danni conceded. ‘Can you afford this room though?’ ‘Yes. And she didn’t want a deposit so that’s even better.’ ‘Well I know we haven’t exactly been mates forever and a day – but I’m missing you already,’ Danni grinned. ‘I’ve kinda got used to you being here and it was good to have another woman around the flat. Got to be better than that dickhead brother of mine…’ ‘Saying nice things about. Because I am alone. Because the words I remember are a continent away. Because the images I see are a continent away. Because as I touch myself, as good as it feels and as real as the words and images may be, I am alone. And I touch myself selfishly. Desire is not something I find when I look inward. Desire is something I find when I look to another. Pleasure is not something I seek when I am alone. Pleasure is something I seek when I look to pleasure another. Touch. I close my eyes and I can.