He smiled into the kiss he pressed into her skin as he rested his head against her thigh. After a moment, he crawled up her body and gathered her in h...s arms. She buried her face in his chest, sighing his name. She clutched at him, decomposing in his arms. She didn’t think she’d ever been so thoroughly sated.He ran his hands down the sides of her legs,tracing over her knees, reaching behind him to grab her ankles. He bent her legs at the knee, pushing her legs forward and then straightening. Fuck that's wild. Do it again. I want to hear it again as I stroke my dick harder." I turned the volume to the phone higher, and placed it where I could hear him, and he could here me fucking myself with the bottle, hard and deep. It’s not long until I knew I would cum.“Dave, ooooh fuck, stroke that cock hard baby, I’m about to cum!”All I can do is hammer the bottle into myself and scream out as the orgasm took over my body like a freight train out of control Gasping, panting and screaming. "Its quite all right, I'll keep your secret. Would you like to know how Iknow?"I just gaped at her.She leaned in, and whispered, "It takes one to know one."I took another look at her, and shook my head."No way were you ever a guy," I said, firmly."You're half right. I wasn't a guy in my heart and soul and mind. Butyes, my body was male." Okay, I guess I'll have to take your word for it," I said."I have no reason to lie to you. I was where you are now, and made it outto the other side," she. “I love the ribs, but no, we’d best do multiple courses. No finger foods. Maybe next time we can do a North African feast – a whole roast sheep with cous-cous.” She smiled. “I’ve done one of those with my husband in Tunisia. All fingers, all the time.”“Here we go,” Johanna said. “Scope creep. For this one, though, the standard upscale American/British models.”“Could be a college course,” Mizz Aneeta inserted. “Manners used to be expected. Now they’re quite rare.”“We see that every day,” I.