I smiled at her and thanked her.I saw her couple of times in the building and we exchanged pleasantries. On a Sunday afternoon, I planned to do my lau...dry as it was the only day I had an off. To my luck, I happen to bump into her in the laundry room in the basement of the building where there are not many people present, only the ones who want to use the laundry room. I loaded my clothes and the timer started with 50 minutes. The laundry room has a sitting area with a T.V. and a small couch. The way the woman touched her with tenderness and care made her feel like she was loved. The woman touched her in such the right way that she didn't mind that another girl was touching her exposed sensitive skin. Marya took great care to make her feel pleasure from her touched and not rush their lovemaking. All the resistance that she once had melded away from one powerful kiss. Mary didn't fight being pushed on her back as Marya climbed on top of her. She felt two tenders, but soft hands. She lay down and I lay beside her. She spread her legs a bit, allowing me to stroke her groin straining to stay within the tight thong. The mound under her thing front was not a camel toe, but more like a large knee, under a bandage. It was soaked on a line running down the middle of the red shiny satin. You could pretend to see a slit, but it was so tight I was mostly imagining. But when I ran my hand over her clit area, she moaned and pushed into my hand. I crawled between her knees, opening. It's me." DJ's voice never sounded so sweet."DJ? How did you find me?" She reached up with her other hand and let him pull her back in, launching herself into his arms the second her feet touched the floor."I just had an idea and it panned out. Are you okay?" DJ wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him as if he'd never let go."I am now," she said, snuggling into his arms and lifting her face to his.DJ couldn't do anything but accept the invitation, his mouth finding hers with.