I was just thinking about Matt. And taste them?” he asked, his breathing more shallow now too. She unsnapped her shorts and quickly pushed them and her panties down over her ankles. Maybe he became an object of your fantasy life?”
I was so embarrassed that all I could do was nod. When he called that Thursday night the conversation again was about the ordinary events of our days. I kept plunging in and out, pulling on my nipple even harder, fucking myself with my fingers. I wanted him to be able to vicariously smell me and taste me through my panties. I began to rub it in earnest. I arched my back and plunged a finger in, then another, ramming them in and out. when you figured it out… I answered quickly. So, what happens next?”
“I don’t know. Not in a mean way – but rather, in a way that said she knew exactly what I was talking about. She just left so now it’s just you and me,” I lied, smiling at Jill.
