As I rubbed harder, getting closer and closer to my clit, I imagined it was Zoe’s fingers touching me, Zoe’s hand now rubbing my breast through my night-shirt. Porn video Is that all right?” She nodded and I brought my hand to her breast, lightly cupping it. What was the best way to agree with her without giving away that what she was suggesting was the very thing I had been longing to do with her and her alone? Anyway, Zoe didn’t seem to care about my costume deficiency. “How’s… Matt?” I guessed, cringing when she raised her eyebrows in that Zoe-look, that look that says “What the hell are you talking about?” “You mean Jeff?” Darn.
