No, allowing is not the word, she was craving it, waiting for it, demanding it, and I was the beneficiary of what I could only think of as lust.Debbie...rolled atop me on the couch, her hands grasping my face, holding it in place as our lips met. Her tongue flicked out against my lips and they parted, to welcome her tongue into my mouth. My hands were busily squeezing her breasts as I futilely tried to figure out how to open her blouse without releasing those delightful globes.Though I was by no. The pressure on my shoulders was almost immediately unbearable, but if I tried to move them, the rope would dig into my neck, making it impossible to breathe.I could feel him watching me for a moment, enjoying my torment. Then he turned the ignition on once again. We weren't there. We kept going, but this time I couldn't sleep the pain in my shoulders and neck prevented me from doing so. We must have been getting close to somewhere, or at least I hoped we were. I wasn't sure how much longer I. At least he hadn’t actually asked her to see it, but she felt that she should show it to him. She knew Peter was on FriendNet, and so if it ever did find its way online he’d be bound to see it anyway. And besides, she wanted to give Peter some idea of what they were up against ‘Why did you… I mean… what were you thinking? Posing for him like… like this?!?’ Peter continued. ‘It was just a bit of fun!’ Lindi sobbed in her defence, ‘How was I to know he’d do something as low as this!’ ‘But why?’. Inevitably, my fingers soon left Gemma’s hair and breasts and slipped between her legs, winning an approving moan as I slipped first one and then a second finger inside her.As my fingers teased and thrust into her pussy, again the thought came back of how strange it was to be so intimate with another woman, other than Jill, after all these years of faithful exclusivity. It was a weird mix of feelings. The intense excitement and eroticism of the new mixed with a little voice that told me it was.