“You know,” I began, trying to help her out. “It’s hard enough being a lesbian, even though I know there were times when it certainly was hard...r. But it seems that being a lesbian AND being a woman who loves sex is a bit more than most people can handle,” I laughed.She nodded, relieved that the silence was broken. “I know, right?” she said. “It starts with ... well, I don’t even know where it starts. It’s like every minute, unconsciously, we make these small decisions based on how we think. As I'm fucking my wife, she's looking up into my face and my eyes. She's smiling. She murmurs encouraging words that add even more fuel to my already burning lust."Mmm, fuck me, babe," she says.We kiss.Then, not that long after I'd begun fucking her, I feel my orgasm building up rapidly. Part of me would like to be able to last considerably longer, and to show Sondra that I really can fuck longer than a few frenzied moments, but I know myself too well for that; and I part of me, the stronger. He was still eager and didn’t seem to mind I was about to suck his little dick. He tossed his right leg over me, ass cheeks touching my chest, his uncut cock inches from my face. Grabbing it he pointed it at my mouth the tip ran across my nose before I got my mouth open head tilted up. I felt the head touch my lower lip then it slipped in. It was warm and smooth as it slowly reached to the back of my throat. I was surprised I didn’t gag at all and then I felt his balls touch my chin before he. I thought we were done, and that he would want to go quickly, so I was a bit surprised when I felt one hand stop fondling my tits, and squeeze its way between my legs. “This is one hot pussy, Colleen”, he said as he used three fingers to slip inside my vagina, still dripping wet with cum from both of us. “I think it needs a little more attention.”His hand quickly found my still protruding clit, and using two fingers he began rubbing my love button with rapid, but (surprisingly) gentle.