As she ran her fingertips over her c**t Robin considered those words and carefully formed her response, all the while knowing that she was too sexually aroused to think perfectly clearly. “I have a history,” she said, trying to be coy but wanting Jennie to draw her out.
“We all have histories.”
Robin rubbed her c**t and then squeezed her fingers tightly on her n****e. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the pain. “I’ve slept around on Nate,” she admitted to her new friend.
“Before or after college?” Jennie seemed unfazed by the admission. Then again, Jennie lived a swinger’s lifestyle and happily lactated for her husband. It would take a lot to faze her.
“Before, during, after. All of them.” Robin let go of her n****e, shifted her hand inside her shirt, and grasped the other n**
