Was it wide open, exposing my plight to any passer-by,or merely ajar? I had no means of knowing.And then I felt his hands fondling my body, running up...my thighs andtouching my cock through my panties. He removed my gag but I sensedsomething wasn't right. He started kssing but I recoiled when I felt themoustache: it was another guy. Like a total tart I was kissing some totalstranger. Was he young or old? What did he want of me? I was beginning tofeel real fear. He pulled away and I heard the. That thrust her breasts out at me. Then, like Mata Hari moving in for the kill, she let her knees drift slowly apart ... wider ... wider ... wider, until there was room for me to get between them. "You can kneel there." She pointed to the floor between those lily white spread thighs. Those long loose pussy lips were stuck together. I knelt, still holding the bowl of water and the scissors. She held out the dragon tattoo and I trimmed around it so that it would be easier to handle. "Lets. Stacey listens to you, supports you, she is a biological sciences major and fully knows the rigors your major has. You find yourself sharing your time between Stacey and your boyfriend. He satisfies you physically but Stacey is your best friend.After a few weeks of hanging out, you and Stacey go to watch a movie and kiss in the dark theatre. You kissed girls before, but this was something else, it felt right, you were craving it and loved this newly found satisfaction having tasted Stacey’s. She was sure he had consciously avoided her eyes as if he had a reason to feel guilty, and immediately she had begun to suspect something was wrong. She told herself she had only been married to him for a few weeks and had not had time to get to know all his moods and feelings in spite of the fact that they had seen a lot of each other for a whole year before that. And, she had reminded herself, dating a person was one thing, but living with him was another. Later, the worried young wife had.