Still, it was strange how she could keep everything on a perfectly clinical level, explaining to me, in an even voice — even when my cock was buried...in her pussy — all of the little things that I could do to help her reach a crashing orgasm. She taught me various positions, and how to move from one to another almost seamlessly. By Wednesday evening, when our "entourage" was expected, I could give Becca an orgasm from any position, in any time she set for me.We abstained on Thursday and Friday.. She kept an eye out and the two of us chatted a little. “Not that he’ll ask, but if Brad DOES get around to asking what we talked about, tell him I was asking about getting back in shape and things I could do at home,” she coached me.I nodded. “Fair enough,” I said lightly. “You know the answer to that now. Sit-ups, push-ups, climb stairs, things like that.”She nodded. “So how did things go with your company?”“Jane’s gonna stay with me through Christmas. She doesn’t want anything to do with. I pressed my hips down against him, moaning as his skilled mouth against my silky folds pushed me towards a towering peak. He brought a finger to my cunt and tested my wetness before pressing the entire digit inside of me. I bit my lip, my eyes closed, all I could think of was the pleasure he was giving me. ‘You’re so fucking wet,’ he said huskily. ‘so tight.’ He whispered as his mouth continued its assault on my clit. He added another digit and my hips started rocking as wave after wave of. Cumming, Cumming." John was panting and groaning, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" then he froze and let loose stream after stream of cum into her cunt. I was fully awake now and very horny. John fell onto Carol and they murmured softly to each other and shared some loving kisses. As John rolled off Carol, I pulled her to me and kissed her desperately. Carol sensed my worries and kept telling me she loved me. She and John scooted over and wrapped their arms around me.Carol said, "I've been so horny.