It was 1 PM, we had lunch and we slept on the same bed. I kept my palm on her stomach and creased there for a while. She folded her hands across her c...est thinking that I will reach her boobs. But all I have in my mind is to see what’s between those thighs and explore the cave inside the jungle. I removed her jeans button and she put it on. Again I removed and put on. After a while, she stopped bothering about the button. Next, I undid the zip and she didn’t bother.Then I slowly pulled down her. Harold flowed up on top of me and back inside my pussy. In a matter of minutes I experienced for the first time ever, an orgasm. So that was what it was all about! My clit was swollen and sticking slightly out of me. I recognized it for what it was. My tickler. My weakness. If a man wanted to seduce me all he had to do was touch it in a nice way. Harold mostly touched it with his erection that time. Earlier he'd used his tongue. Later he'd mostly use his fingers. Much later that evening he'd. Chris had been badly hurt in a motor bike accident and suffered a broken hip, leg fractures and arm fractures. He was young and athletic, 19 years old and very shy. I had to wash him in the morning. He kept apologising that he couldnt manage to wash himself, but because of his arm fractures this was out of the question. I pulled the curtains around and while preparing the soap, gloves and towels, I noticed from the corner of my eyes that Chris was looking at me. I felt a little flattered that. She was just too nice to tell me. I was blind to some things that were obvious later. He rarely wanted to just sit and talk. His idea of sex was all focused on what he wanted, not me. He was generous and gave me a lot of clothes and jewelry. Money was never a problem but I wasn’t sure where he worked or how he got the money. He would leave the house around 8:30am and get home around 7:00pm most nights. Some nights, he would call and tell me to go to bed without him as he was tied up. I.