She stopped in front of me and leaned into my body. I took hold of her zip and took it, sliding it down to the bottom of her dress. It fell to the flo...r. I looked at her locking eyes with her intense gaze, waiting… I pulled her around to the wall I was leaning on and held her tight against it pressing my body to hers. There was a small pause, an anticipating breath, a moment of pure adrenaline and excitement… before my mouth descended on hers hard. I bit her bottom lip and pulled it back. . Oh, God! How could you stand it?" What do you mean?"Marsha stopped crying and tried to get hold of herself."I'm sorry," she said stiffly. "I guess I got carried away seeing you and Johnnie like that. It's O.K., though. You're my best friend, so I won't get mad."Slowly, it began to dawn on Carolyn."You and Johnnie?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. They were still holding one another and Marsha's arms held her closely."Are you mad at me?" Marsha asked in a tiny voice."No! You did it with. “No!” I gasped. “Not that!” A giggle filled my ear and her gloved hand rubbed up and down inside my slit. The wool quickly soaked up any moisture that was there and then slid roughly through my tender folds, feeling like cruel sanding paper every time it ground over my clit. My poor snatch grew hotter and hotter with each stroke, but fresh moisture seeped out, keeping Em’s ruthless caresses just barely bearable. The pain also stroked a wicked pleasure, and soon I found my hips eagerly meeting. As she went to go adjust her shirt from me tugging on it. Her arm came fast over her hip and down straight to her ass. It kept close to her body. She pulled the shirt out of her crack and gave out a moan. I thought I was free. As her arm went to go back to its original position it swung out to far and she hit the top of my hip with the back of her hand. Suddenly she stopped right there. Here I was still with my shorts down with a raging hard on and she has just noticed my presence. She grabs my.