I wasn’t even sure what it was we were doing. Was I allowed to touch her? So many things ran through my head, so many of them alien and strange, but...all of them excited me.And suddenly she was kissing me again. Our lips fused together, her mouth working against mine. It was heated, furiously passionate as our tongues met and it was marvelous. Daring, I slipped my hands around her and over the satin covering that tight ass. I felt so aroused. It was all a dream come true for me.She pulled back. He was pretty choosy about who got fresh with his Bridget. The young men learned quickly that if they wanted to steal a kiss, it would have to be done away from my father's watchful glare.I should have been married by now. Twenty-one was definitely an old maid in those times. But so far no one had shown up to match both my eyes and my father's expectations. So I was still waiting for the dashing man who would sweep me off my feet. Too many romantic tales I'm sure.One visitor to our place was. The warmth in my pussy scorches with intense desire and pulsates- hungry for fulfillment only obtainable by one woman.I exhale raggedly and focus my energy onto my computer screen and gather my thick brown hair into a messy low bun and begin to work once more until I hear the door creak open slowly behind me and a wave of pure electric desire overwhelms my senses. The pulsating in my pussy deeps and involuntarily makes me twitch with a strong sexual craving between my thighs. I hear no movement. The women and black men were either on the deck or in the pool. Those who I assumed were the husbands and boyfriends gathered together in an area on the far side of the pool, on ground level. Diana walked us to the stairs that led up to the deck, stopping before we went up and called everyone to our attention.“Everyone! Everyone! We have a new addition to our circle of friends! I want you to meet Melissa and her cuck Grey!”A smattering of welcoming comments came from both the deck and pool..