"Uh-huh," I managed to answer. Oh, wow, was it ever! I felt his finger push into my hole. Suddenly I was scared of what was happening."No fucking!" I ...epeated. "No, no, it's not fucking," he reassured me. "I'm just feeling inside you. It feels good. Really good. It's not fucking. Just fingering."Okay, I had heard of fingering. That was different. Damn, it must be okay because it felt so freaking good! O, Jeez, I couldn't believe how good it felt.I had played with myself, of course. I made. I’m not finding that hard to accept! They are smart, kind, joyful, beautiful and come with a shit load of complications. So, no it’s not fucking convenient but I’m not going to apologize for it anymore.”“Apologize?”“Well, in my own head anyway. I never shut up about it to myself and I’m done with that.”Sylvia sighed and her leg stopped twitching. I think somewhere in there we both took a few shots because I remember having to pass her the bottle and another time her passing it to me. Over the. This amused me to no end, and as each beer went down, I got more brazen. I sat down on a couch, and I slowly slid my hand up my thigh and down between my legs. I knew that my short black skirt was hiked up to the point where my two admirers could see what was happening. I began to finger myself under my skirt, knowing full well that my actions didn't go unnoticed. I twirled my finger around my clit, and then I slid two fingers into my juicy cunt. My boy toys were mesmerized, and they nodded. " I thought. "Damn, I should have done it while I was in the shower."I dropped my robe to the floor, checking my underarms. Just wanted to be sure, although I had shaved them in the shower along with my legs. They looked fine. Turning my back a bit, I took a look at my rear-end. It was fine, no marks, no cellulite and plenty of shape. Boyfriends always came to appreciate my butt. My breasts would attract them, but when we were together they always ended up playing with my backside. I loved the.