One hand slid up beneath my skirt and began stroking my soaked pussy from behind. I tried to stifle a gasp, but I could not help it. I was finding it ...arder and harder to concentrate. Reaching my hand back, I felt for the hard lump I knew was there. I heard a low grunt as my hand found the hard shaft in the dress slacks. Somehow, I managed to squeeze and stroke it without taking the attention of the other passengers. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Some people got out, and some got. "Like Becky, Sue hoped they'd run into one of "Daniel's" formeracquaintances. She was dying to see whether anyone who'd known Daniellefrom the old days would recognize her in her present incarnation. Suecouldn't imagine that anyone would, but it would be fun to watch an oldfriend encounter someone who, only a few weeks ago, had been a friend,but who seemed, now, a total stranger. Just the thought of such ameeting made Sue's pussy wet and her clit throb. Was Becky's cunt in thesame. You turn your head and catch my lips with yours. Your kiss is insistent. I let you express your desire and then break off. "Patience, my sweet," I repeat and push my body against yours. You can feel my hard cock against the small of your back with only two layers of thin material between. We kiss again, lips and tongues and cheeks and chins.I slide one hand from the railing up your belly. The metal has stolen the heat from my hand and it is cool against your skin, but it warms quickly. My hand. Dave of course didn't mention Julie's close call at the window. But Leticia intuitively picked up on Dave's high stress level, and she offered to stay with him and keep an eye on her. He'd gratefully accepted her offer.At the crash site, Detective Harris initially said that only police and fire department personnel would be allowed on the hill. He stood his ground, even when a mob of frantic friends and relatives of Bobby Taylor quickly surrounded him.But when Sammy came to stand before him,.