Really? Thats like so cool. How? Doing what? momentarily forgetting all about my embarrassment. I know, I know, so like a guy wanting to hear about tw... girls making out but remember I knew NOTHING about real sex and hoped Beth might throw a few beams of light on the darkness. When I showed curiosity instead of lridicule or condemnation she began to relax, even seeming eager to share with someone about it. She began You know. Like kissing each others necks, touching our tongues when. Mr. Jones's cock started to slide out of her. She finally managed to grab onto the desk, only to knock over his cup of coffee. It spilled all over his papers, and soaked her camisole and bra. But all she could feel was that his cock was gone, that there was nothing inside of her, nothing to touch that place, and she needed it. She needed it more than she had ever needed anything."Please," she whimpered, pushing her ass out to him, reaching one hand down between her legs to try to touch. I've known her for 14 years since she started dating my wifes b*o and constantly but discretely stared at her ass when she was around really wanting to fuck her. I never made comments about my little crush to anyone including her even though I badly would have loved to so not to cause drama. About 5 years ago they seperated her and my wife were still close maybe closer afterwards and over the following years she would drop an occasional compliment or dirty comment to me wow did it keep me. "Baby, I just..." she said but I'd already slammed the door to the bathroom.This had gone too far. It wasn't fair for us to do this to Dad. She should never have joked about it.After showering, I stepped out to an empty bedroom. My bed had been freshly made with new sheets and a blanket. I got dressed and decided to go for a drive to clear my mind. I heard her showering in her bedroom as I walked out of mine. Of course, she had left the doors to her bedroom and bathroom open for me, but.