She was just an inch or so shorter than me and not slim. She was feminine but not effeminate. She was, as the Germans say, zaftig. She had a fine figu...e that was ill concealed by drab and baggy clothes and a smile that brightened the darkest of days. I admire strong women and she had that will of her own. She too was going to school against the will of a spouse, struggling for the hard earned shreds of individuality that others in control seem so desperate to strip from us. She was pretty. He crossed the room, nodding to several men he knew. "George," he said happily as he pulled out a chair, flipped aside his coattails and sat, pulling down his waistcoat and adjusting the looped chain that flopped across his belly. The man on the other side of the table glared at him, slurping down another oyster."Mac," he said gruffly. "Where's that money y'owe me?" Storm off the Capes," said Holmes. "Ship hasn't been heard from." I don' give a hoot 'bout that," said his companion, leaning. Bouncing on top of my lap, fucking yourself hard with my dick, I roll my head back and enjoy the moment for the perfection that it is then very slowly start to raise my hips to thrust back and forth inside you, encouraging you to ride me in a way that rubs your exposed clit against the base of my cock.I kiss and suck at your breasts while my hands run up and down your legs and ass, my nails dragging over you slightly, causing you to gasp and tense your thighs. You close your arms behind your. “No”Hope’s getting exasperated. “You mean you haven’t even thought of kissing another girl?”Allison shakes her head and says firmly “no.” Then Katy, looking down, mumbles “yes.” Allison looks at her in shock. “What did you say?”Hope grasps at the admission and asks “Who have you thought of kissing?”Still looking down, Katy quietly says “Allison.” We see Allison look over at her clothes, wondering if it’s rude to put them back on now. Instead she crosses her legs and covers up more with her.