Don’t worry about the Coke.”Looking at Shirley for a minute, Ed said, “You know. I have to apologize to you for all of the grief I’ve given yo... over the years. You’re a stand-up woman and deserve to have better people in your life than me. I’m really sorry for everything I’ve ever done to you.”Numbly, Shirley watched Ed leave the bar. Once he was gone, she broke down in tears and wouldn’t have been able to explain why to anyone that might have asked. His parting words had touched her more than. I could see that the large comforter was turned down and laid on a large chest at the foot of the bed, and the blanket and sheet were likewise turned down. Sophia turned to face me."I thought we could break the sexual tension right off by having sex now, and have dinner later if that's OK with you. Do you need anything first, like a glass of water or something?"I said I was OK, to which she replied, "fine," and with one movement dropped her robe.It's possible to overuse words like. Her clit was larger than Sally’s, almost the size of my fingertip, and was fully engorged. I started to lash it back and forth with my tongue but she immediately clamped her legs together and told me to be gentle, and go around it in circles. I did as she asked, and she soon started to purr her contentment. I was told to insert two fingers between her lips and pump her with them while I licked her. She was quite wet down there, and once I started pumping her she became quite vocal and started. "Do you like to touch me there?" I ask. "It's nice." It is indeed. You have a lovely touch." Thank you."I ask her if she would like to learn how to handle what is in my pants, to truly know what to do. She nods as if in a trance. Does she want to learn the art of pleasure - both hers and the man she's with? "Yes," she says, quietly, with conviction. "Would you like me to teach you myself?" Please, Ron. Teach me, please. " It will take dedication, my dear." "Please teach me, I want to learn from.