Having been turned against me this must be her right leg, not far below her butt. I’m not sure if she can feel me through the nylon yet and I slide my hand away, matching the progress blonde blowjob of her advance as she continues approaching towards me. I’m trying to keep the pressure light and hoping it stays private to me. Her sustained push convinces me that such a “slip” is deliberate and I stop my motion allowing the press of her muscle to build against me. It stops abruptly when it becomes firm enough for her to notice through the thin yarn. Arousal courses through me with an energy surprisingly close to anger. It’s like an aggression urging me to react: reach out, grasp, take. Confident with our existing path I subdue the invasive force, savouring the tease. Using the slightest of touches I start to raise my fingers up her leg one by one barely tickling the fabric. I cushion the weight of my hand as it leaves the seat and I try to maintain a lightness. By the time the last digit, my thumb, follows the crowd; my little-finger and ring-finger have extended into the space between her legs, about midway between the back of her knees and her crotch. I keep my palm elevated, dancing my fingertips up her leg. More conspicuous motions start to manifest due to my arm and wrist reaching fatigue from the extended effort of countering their weight. I am forced to allow a heavier touch, to rest the mass of my whole hand on her now but I make no sudden movements in an attempt to evade her perception with sheer babe gentle patience. I persist, shifting ever further up her leg. It takes a remarkable effort to resist clutching hard, the abruptness would rouse her. She’s likely faking sleep but I don’t want her to cease this. Nevertheless, I indulge myself with a squeeze. It builds delicately, stopping short of hard. I can sense the destination; the closer I get the warmer she feels. The temperature in my hand climbs impossibly high. I keep thinking “this must be it” but it keeps escalating. And then I feel it; the puddle secreted in her panties. Absorbed across her labia the fabrics have become saturated to the point where my fingertips are submerged in dewy drops, simultaneously defining her shape with clarity but also lubricating all movements across her. I tease at her slit but these lips are shy to part, forbidden by the strict material of her underwear. I can almost feel her quiver. There is no doubt now that we have been playing the same game. Her slumber is one of consciousness but she plays the part well. I make a due effort to keep my movements subtle but my sense of secrecy has lessened. I reach up her skirt and tug at the waist of her tights to slide them down revealing her bare cheeks. I can feel her pussy pucker against sodden knickers and I tease the warm silk over her clit. My fingers slide easily over the fabric as I run the length of her slit back and forth while her fingers part easily as if to welcome my touch. A few moments later I shift the thin lace of her knickers to one side and hold them out of the way with my hand. Her smooth skin is slick with silk and even warmer than before and my fingers rub easily over the soft skin of her labia and clit. “Sorry,” I said. Sitting on my lap she pulled off my shirt. Marge gets up in a panic and fumbles for the stall lock. "I wonder if she is masturbating now, I could see her and find out if I do have feelings for her," I whispered before I nonchalantly began walking towards the living room. “When I brought up the subject, your body language changed.” she informed me. “You folded your arms and closed your legs inwards. She didn't even really like him but she fucked him like a slut. The other alternative was to go somewhere more sheltered until she dried off... “Yeah, okay. Looking around I did not see any blonde other cabins but did see smoke showing me that they were not too far away. “What are you two doing? I am enjoying being a sex object and an exhibitionist as I repeat for them, “Watch and enjoy.” They have these sheer curtains, white ones...billowing in the sea babe breeze... Flesh quivered like an earthquake around him. Finally, Antoine saw some emotion on Christine's blowjob face. Oh man, this is incredible.” The young guy said and he had his hands on his head. “ He squeezes my nipples sharply and lets go and walks to the dresser. Taking another big gamble, I moved over her breast and cupped it in my hand. The dark oak monolith loomed over everything else, its doors beckoning and warning simultaneously. I commanded. It was a very hot dry day in late August when Captain Winston reported to the U S Army Base Hospital in Kabul, Afghanistan. “Thanks.” Tegan returned his smile, warmly. From the lighting outside, it looked to be late in the afternoon, probably close to 24 hours since I first went in. In the bathroom, I checked my appearance. Do you think she will understand or will she be angry with me and maybe tell?” I just never thought that you would ever want me on top? “You got what you wanted, so I hope you are!” If I had to guess the last time my husband fucked me like this was when we conceived our youngest child and that’s was going on three years.