My panties clinging to my wet pussy offered no obstacle to the pressure of her fingers and I could feel her as if she were touching my naked skin. ...Slowly she rose stripping out of her own jeans showing me her firm ripe ass and shapely legs then positioned herself over me and laid the length of her body against mine whispering in my ear while fondling my nipple between her fingers “I want to eat your pussy, I’ll bet you taste as good as you look”. I admit that at this invitation I was wetter. Part of her wanted to run down that hall and wait for him in the bathroom. Instead, she walked to the counter and ordered the drink and muffin as she said she would. The uneaten muffin displayed on the table was how he would know for certain, who she was. The barista told her she would bring her coffee and muffin to her, so Michelle found a table for two in the corner near the hallway. Her mind began to race and wander. The bathroom was right there. How cool would that be to re-enact that scene. "I commissioned a custom-built guitar for you," he said excitedly. "I wanted to present it to youwhen I showed you the bus, but it wasn't ready in time. I really wantedto tell you about it on Sunday night, but you were so upset that I feltit wasn't the right time." This is why you weren't too worried about what Derek did?" I asked him,realizing that he had never shown any anger at the events of earlier thisweek. The only feelings he'd shown me were worry and care for myfeelings."It is," he. When we got there, Maddie stopped me before we left the car. "You're not drinking tonight, are you?" she asked."Don't think so. Why?" Good. You can take the keys." With that, she handed me her keyring, and stepped lithely out of the car. Shaking my head, I followed her as she headed into the building.Amy and Liz lived on the second floor of an apartment just outside the city. As I said before, both of them needed a place near Hopkins for the year. Still, for a temporary place, the place looked.