I pinch and pull them. Soft moans and sighs escape my lips.I part my legs slightly and slide my other hand between them. My fingers trace my swoll...n labia for several moments sending shivers of anticipation surging through my body. Taking a deep breath, I slide a finger inside my flesh, my hips lifting upward in response to the penetration.My fingers work in concert with each other, taking me higher-and-higher. I slide the fleshy hood of my clitoris back, exposing the sensitive nub. . Her heart leaped into her throat,whatever words had been about to form were choked away. In the entry tothe hall was Billie. Only he wasn't what April expected. Bare-legged andwearing the pink miniskirt again, making his legs look much longer thanthey would otherwise. Then the top. 'Girl Power' it read in bold brightred letters on the slightly pink-hued shirt. And the deep neckline, thecleavage... April's eyes locked on the breasts. The movement, the bounce,the way they swayed, the volume, and. And remembering what Jean had told me, I moved so my hip was pressing against his bulge. Yes, that was surely his cock, it felt long and hard, sticking straight up almost to his belt. I pressed it between him and me, and ground my hip against him as I ran both hands through his hair and kissed him deeply.I felt one of his hands sliding up my side, and knew what he was going to try. And just as he touched the side of my boob, I reached up and moved his hand down to my waist. But I kept grinding. I had not seen his sudden attack coming. Direct confronting and abusive, in public. In front of his significant others! I let him rant and rave. I made placating noises. He ranted further. I bided my time, I was effusive. I shrugged his slanderous jibes aside. I finally saw him, as he really was, a bully! I knew I could take him in any sort of confrontation. He was skilled in thugery. I had real training in armed combat. He was strong and deadly, he did not have a clue as to how deadly I was..