I may have to rethink some of the outfits I brought with me. I don’t want to torture you too much.”“Oh god. You have always known how to get me ...oing. Do you remember that time in college before I met Amanda-”“When I pretended to need help planning for a date and forced you to give your input on like fifteen different dinner outfits and five lingerie sets.”“I guess you do remember. I was not sure if that night was quite as memorable for you as it was for me.”“Of course it is memorable for me.. My other hand slides up your leg, heading for the hot wet destination that is your cunt. When it reaches it sexy destination, you are so wet, so open that my fingers ease right into your center.Our tongues dance furiously around each other as our mouths press, as if to fuse our twin passions into one embrace of moist lips and fiery heat.My fingers work in and out of your wet slit as my thumb bumps up against your engorged clit. I finger you furiously, deftly. My hand continues to pleasure. I had some ideas of my own about pleasuring a woman, which I had tried to put into practice over the years. Not everything had worked out, but under the right circumstances … I was going to get the mood very right this time. We made arrangements to talk three nights later, after she got off from work. I called her the preceding night to kind of work out what might happen, and we had exchanged some E-mails in the bargain. Nothing explicit; we were each going to pull things out of our bags of. Brenda climbed into his lap, and he held her there, one hand around her back, the other reaching across and holding her hip to keep her in place.Brenda snuggled into his chest and drew her knees up, draping them over one arm of the chair.“Cain,” she said softly.“Mmmm?” he asked.“Thank you,” she said.“Thank you,” he said back. He felt her smile against his chest.“That was very tender and warm,” she said thoughtfully. “I can see why Sheri liked it. And Carolyn, for that matter.”“Well,” he said,.