Bill, bless his horndog instincts, ignored my screaming and wriggling, and just pulled me further onto his tool, chasing that itch inside me. Sex A bystander, of which there were none, would have been forgiven for thinking we were having the mother of all heavy petting sessions. She reminded me superficially of Stacey, except she was more tan and less makeup, and Stacey wouldn’t have been caught dead in a ponytail or cowboy hat. “You’re one sexy little number, Linnea,” he leered, wiping his mouth with one arm. I explained I was just being a friend, but she was all snarky and asked if Michael was planning to tell Karen about it at the next meeting. He’d been upset that I’d been paying attention to Stacey, but I’d missed her all week and my butt was still a little sore from Friday, and frankly, it was a lot more fun to lick her than fuck him. What’s wrong?” I thought I heard faint giggling in the background, but it probably was just the television. “Okay,” I half-heartedly agreed. A hand twice the size of mine was already caressing my cunt, milking moisture into my sodden panties.
