And breakfast kind of proved me right. When I was dating April, I more or less ignored the fasting rules when I was with her to keep the peace. I ment...oned them this morning and April looked at me like I had two heads.”Dad laughed, “That was more or less my reaction when your mom told me about them! I thought she was nuts!”“And now,” I grinned.“I believe I’ll refrain from saying anything which might be misinterpreted!”“Smart move,” I nodded. “The walls have ears!”“If it weren’t for the. Pecking my nipple...tugging softly... stroking..rubbing...rubbing... Stroking my nipple softly.. moaning,as she pecked me. nibbling my nipples.aand covering me softly with her fingers... gently rubbing...gently firmly rubbing..my nipples.. stroking between my thighs... kissing.her fingers squeezing slowly my breast. Sliding..my nipple between her fingers.. squeezing.. And caressing.stroking.... me gently. Rubbing my vagina deeply.circling me with licks and kisses.suckling me deeply..slowly... We are friends, with benefits.These were the words I was looking for. I knew I was going to have sex with her.So I picked her up, and pushed her in the bed. And I jumped on her. We were all sweaty, and smelling and we were filled with energy. She was wild. I kissed her hard, and bit her on the lips. She went rogue and tear my t-shirt. She started feeling my body. I just kept her close to my body and my hands were all over her body.She said, “What are you waiting for man?” I removed her t-shirt.. But I was failing, and the towel wrapped awkwardly at my waist was suddenly proving radically ill-suited to concealing my lust from my fellow truth-or-dare players.I reached out the extended length of the soft tape measure and, trying my best to be suave and calm, lay it down along the length of her slightly poofed-out, lovely pinkish cuntlips. The heat radiating from the damp slit was intense, and she flinched slightly at my probably cold-seeming fingers' touch.But within moments I had gently.