She then asked me had I ever had a real orgasm, I said yes. She smiled and said, "I mean one were you squirted." My face answered the question. "Well ...hen just spread your legs and relax." One finger followed by two others began to massage my clit, very slowly and sensuously at first and then she increased the tempo with more and more urgency going deeper and deeper. I had never felt anything like this before or made the noise that I was now making. Soon my whole body was shuddering and the. If you've read my earlier writings, you'll know Ken is not into eating me. Even if he were, in the shape I'm in down there I could not blame anyone from passing. So something good for Ken and basically nothing for me. Fingers just ain't doing it. Small talk afterwards leads me to understand how Ken needs it too. My last words to Ken were "What are friends for?" before going to my phone. I ring up Stacy and like all good looking, fit and sexy gals, she is doing laundry on a Saturday. He had had a rough day.It was a quiet flight back, I can tell you that. Mason’s so grouchy when he knows I’ve been with another man. But he can’t bring himself to say anything. The poor guy, I think part of him likes it. He always gets over it eventually. He acted kind of huffy with me on the plane like he didn’t want to talk. He thinks he’s punishing me for something when he does that. Then when we got home, I held his boy parts for a while - in my hand - and we had our little talk. Sometimes. But with you Davie, I dream of just lying there in your arms. I love waking up with you. Ask all of your friends if I ever actually slept with any of them."It made sense. It was probably the reason that I knew the things I knew.She was looking at me with a sort of desperation in her eyes. "I believe you," I said."So, I'm officially your girlfriend?" she asked excitedly. I smiled and nodded. "And I can tell people and everything?" Yes," I said smiling."Are you ready for the test?" she.