You reach your second hand down, leaving my nipples alone, and place it on the mound of my pussy. I know what’s going to happen next, and I can’t...wait. You pull your finger out of me and replace it with 2 fingers, and slip your hand so that your fingers can flick my clit. At that, I am about to scream, I cum just from the initial touch of your fingers. You start to laugh, “Hmmm,” you say, still laughing “that was easy!”I moan, “I’m not done yet!” keep going. Not that I have to ask, you. I never liked to be alone in bed. I always had somebody along with me in my bed, since my days of adolescence. I came back home after a three day outing along with my friends. The outing was great; the scenic beauty of the places visited was beyond description and the weather was wonderful. I clicked lovely pictures, had delicious food, drank exotic wine and had great sex with my friends. It was almost midnight before I parted with my friends and came home. After a refreshing bath I came to my. We arrived about fifteen minutes early at the restaurant which gave us enough time to get settled, run through last minute issues, and go through our plan for the evening. Jorge arrived smartly dressed with a single red rose for Marissa and a bottle of wine. The conversation started out social and I could see that Marissa was enjoying the extra attention that she was receiving. It was not long before I could see where the evening was going so I decided to take the decision to progress the. He untied my hands and picked me up. He threw me over his shoulder and walked up the stairs. He kicked his bedroom door open and dropped me on his bed. He stood in front of his bed and started to undress. He tossed his hat on the floor; he tore his shirt off and flung it. He stood in his camo shorts staring at me half naked and abused on his bed. He knew I wanted him. He was taking his sweet ass time. I wanted his cock in me so bad. I needed it to fill me up. I could feel myself changing..