Something inside me wanted tocollapse and cave in to the emotion. To be obliterated by it.But when it came it wasn't an annihilation. I didn't crack. ...nstead Igrasped the pressure and embraced it. Absorbed it. Made it part of me.This was not a crashing orgasm, but something deeper, more wonderful. Itwas as if all the pain and hurt of the past year just drained away and Iwas left with something else. Something blissful. Words didn't begin todescribe it.For the first time in a year I felt at. ” She shivered. “Belinda. You're... And she has... What...? I...”I had forgotten that Sita, my department head's daughter, had wanted a meeting with me after school. She was a delicious, eighteen-year-old Indian girl—she was from the real India, not a Native American—with red-brown skin and sleek, black hair falling down her back. Her round face widened with surprise. She trembled in her cardigan over her white blouse, her long skirt swaying about her thighs.“Come here, Sita. You can join. I was making love to the most beautiful, precious WOMAN in the world. I was making love to my WIFE.As our tempo increased I pulled my cock to where the mushroom head was all that was in her. I pushed it up to hit the underside of her clit where my fingers normally brought her off. Almost instantly I felt a warm squirt flood over my cock. Before my friend began fucking my wife, she had only squirted once. Brett has made her squirt countless times, and now she was blessing me with her love. ”“The sex shop?” He confirmed.“Yes.”“Superstore sounds more like it sells groceries, not sexy clothes,” Allison reasoned.“I’m sure he must sell edible panties,” Claudia kidded.“Age of majority in effect to purchase items from this store, identification to be shown upon request,” the sign, posted in the door window read.“I can’t go in there, I’m not eighteen,” Allison said, as Dan opened the door for them.“You aren’t buying anything so you can go in,” Claudia reassured her.Allison’s eyes widened.