I wasn’t thinking at this moment in time, I didn’t let my paranoia get the better of me. With Ryan’s lips on mine I felt secure, I didn’t need...to check to see if he actually wanted me, I didn’t need to think about how mad this was. All I thought about was his touch, his taste, him. “What the fuck?” An angered voice broke our spell. We’d completely forgotten that Harriet was in the arm chair. “Ryan?” she wailed. He shot up from the sofa like it was made of lava. “Shit, Harriet I’m so-“ She cut. She couldn’t take another ten. Thirty-one surprised her. There was a long pause. Karen said, “Don’t make me give you extras. Count.” “Thirty-one.” Counting one had to mean another was coming. Karen didn’t let up. He wouldn’t want that. Thirty-two was wicked, low and mean. She cried out, then remembered to count. “Thirty-two.” She was sputtering now, her nose running, crying hard. Thirty-three was a bit higher, but still hurt. She wondered what her ass looked like. “Thirty-three.” She lifted. “Oh! My God.”Those words from her make me open my eyes wide. It’s as if I’m fingering her, making her climax. I want this. I want her to come all over me.“Fuck!”That’s it, she’s coming. She’s coming over me, but still, she manages to keep our bodies separate. Our breasts yearn for contact but my nipples are denied the kiss from hers. My pussy is wide open and I can see it, desperate to be touched, to be felt. I push my bottom off the chair, I want my pussy to touch hers but it’s too far away. I. The nylon slip felt silkier with her soft hands moving it against me.“If I touch your little cock again will it make you cum?” she asked.I pulled my lips off her nipple and whispered, “yes, I am so close.” Then with no thought beyond wanting more of her I reached around her back and fumbled with the clips on her bra. She smiled, “you have never done this have you?”“No,” I admitted as she rocked back on her knees and I saw her hand circle behind her back and watched as she unhooked the bra and.