Greta Carlson with Kelly O'rion - Wet Undies

‘Lady Killer.’ On an impulse, I decided Hardcore to buy it. After I had paid, Becks asked me, “Fancy a coffee or maybe something stronger? I know just the place.” “Why not.” I cum found myself saying. It was a lovely bar, real old-fashioned, in a French colonial style, but spotlessly clean and tastefully decorated. We chose an alcove seat that had a window overlooking the gardens. Becks didn’t sit opposite, as I would have expected, but instead, pushed in next to me. “Is it coffee, or do you fancy rocking the boat?” She laughed, it was an infectious laugh, suddenly I felt at ease in her company. We had local white rum and coke, branded mind you, not some of the rough spirit, sold in the back streets. It became easy to chat, nothing serious, just where she came from, that teacher kind of trivial stuff. By the third round, I had completely relaxed. I’m just a little tiddly, I thought, as I giggled at something she said. Her hand was on my arm, strange that I hadn’t noticed it there, I think had actually been there quite a while. I looked down at her hand, when I glanced back up, she was looking at teen me, straight into my eyes. A momentary frown, then I shook my head and smiled. “Another round?” I asked her. “Maybe just one more, then I think we’ve had quite enough for one day,” My bag fell to the floor, on my left, I reached down for it, as I leaned, her hand fell from my arm and landed on my thigh. She didn’t move it away. Feeling flustered, I grabbed my glass and swallowed half in one go. Did her fingers just squeeze my leg? Maybe I imaged it, my sozzled brain said. This time, I definitely felt it, the slightest squeeze, her hand inched just threesome a tiny bit lower, toward the inside of my thigh. I looked at it, puzzled, where’d that come from? I wondered and giggled again. I raised my glass to my lips, and as I tilted my head back, I felt a nudge against my crotch. The hand was still there when I looked, but now it was pressing my skirt between my thighs, a slight pressure at my front. My gaze followed the arm up, “Becks, you’re touching me.” I accused. “I know I am, I’ve been trying to ever since I first saw you. You don’t mind, do you?” I tried to think, nothing seemed to make any sense, except the fact that the hand felt good. I lowered my own hand, covering the other, then pressed it into me. It did feel good. I saw Becks look around the bar, before reaching for my skirt, she didn’t pull it up, just raised the side by my thigh, and her hand disappeared. I thought, now where did that go? Then, I jumped, fingers were at the front of my panties, rubbing into my pussy. I took a deep breath. Deliberately provocative, I run the back of my index finger along your jaw line, caressing your skin, passing below your ear and then down the side of your neck, tracing your jugular until it reaches the hollow of your collar bone. By th time 8:00 PM arrived I calculated there was only a few of them left down stairs. See you at dinner time." I came up behind him on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear: “We have my dorm to ourselves, wanna get out of here?” He agreed with a smile and we made are way to his car hand in threesome hand. Instead he smiled at her until it became somewhat awkward for her. Do you understand me?” Sammy gladly heaped food onto her plate. James asked trying to hide the fear and distress in his Hardcore voice. There isn’t a future for me. I can’t ever return to Gaianesia when its people will look at my face and believe I’ve shamed womankind. He looked at me “Good slut. Was it the pain that terrified me the most, or the mutilation? We have seen one or two couples that their love for each other was not strong to begin with. I assure you, Lisa, you're not pregnant right now." But it was cum true now, unequivocally true. “I’m teen not an exhibitionist.” I mumbled as I turned to the kitchen teacher to put the coffee on. Finally, I pull into a Walmart parking lot and park Eleanor. "What'll it be, sweetie? Why are they long or short? Staring into her eyes Mark says, “Unzip your top and show me your fucking tits.” “It burns in you behind that playful and roguish exterior you like to project.” Shraddha laughed as the wind blew in her face. We got chatted up twice.