I began moving my hands, gliding along his sides, realizing again that he was in very good shape. So, finally, I put my kimono robe on over my nightshirt, took a deep breath, and went back to the living room, hoping Eric was still there. Hindi bf Eric’s touches, stroking, squeezing were turning me on far more than anything any boy, even Colin in the car, had done and I was honestly loving it. I don’t think she had any idea of her effect on me; why would she? Three layers, I thought, three layers of fabric between me and her, and her soaking panties hardly counted in the bargain. Anyway, he pulled me to him and kind of locked me in hug. I kept caressing her inner thigh and began to trace it, moving upwards until I met the place where they were pressed together, thigh to thigh. Finally I told her that she had seemed hot,
