His hard on had died, but the spark in his eyes had only grown.“You sure you’re into all the real stuff of the girl-on-girl thing not just the dir...y parts?”“Yeah. This is way better than I had ever imagined.”“Okay,” I conceded and continued my tale.“So, envelopes stuffed we grabbed that bottle of wine and started treading on some of our shakier ground. I’m not sure who brought it up first, but we started hashing through all our events of the past with ‘Remember the time…’. The sexual energy was. I took the initiative and unzipped his pants. He got nervous and saidmaybe we shouldn't and I asked if he really wanted a cute girl to stopwhat she was about to do. That didn't take long to process because I wasstroking him the whole time. His cock was bigger than mine but not hugeby any means. It was the only one other than mine I had really touchedand was enjoying it but I knew I wanted more. Actually I wanted a lotmore but I had to settle for sliding off the couch to my knees in frontof him. Still turned on from the blow job she had just given, Sydney did not resist the strangers hand as it moved down her belly toward her womanhood. I felt Sydney tense as his fingers began massaging her clit and she spread her legs a little to let him stick a finger in her pussy. After a few seconds, she said “Hmmm, that feels fantastic” looking down trying to ascertain exactly how our new friend was pleasing her. She whispered “he has a finger in my pussy with his middle finger and is using. He held her, feeling her tremble. For some reason she seemed to want his protection. He almost laughed in seeing her stress. With head still lowered and without her looking where she was pointing, he turned to look. He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, awaiting an explanation. ‘The cross, the crucifix or whatever you call it. It’s very annoying and weird to me. Would you get rid of it please?’ He didn’t know what to do with it, deciding to put it in the garbage. ‘Break it up first,’ she.