The guy beneath me was obviously in need of some action, but he could wait. I slapped my ass also (hey I rarely do anal) Someone made it and followed ...he same process, I could not see him just felt him. He pushed slowly in, goodness I was so sensitive, It felt good, as long as he went slow.I will never think of regular toilet activity the same. He pulled out so slow, oh my the sensation! The guy below me started to push in when the other puled out. Oh no I had lost control, but the orgasm I. A low moan came from Gina. “That feels nice.” I took that as encouragement as my hands roamed up her leg. Dare, I massage past her knee? Gina’s legs parted farther and her skirt moved up more. She was almost lying down on the sofa but her head was still tilted up looking at me. I chickened out and started on her other foot. This time she put both of her feet on my lap. The foot I was massaging was in my hands but her other foot was practically touching my cock. I saw a mischievous smile cross. " I agree, David. I think you should start her training without me, I should be able to participate in about a week, but we can't wait that long to start."They spent the next two hours figuring out a plan of attack.It was clear that Ellen still had an attitude, and that she would not break easily. When David came down the next morning, Ellen was not on her kneeling mat as instructed. She was sitting on the bed, wrapped in her thin blanket, with a hateful look on her face."Get your scrawny ass. Her thighs are too meaty and kept shaking as she dried her husband.As she walked away, she smiled at me. But an unusual thing happened. As she walked past me, I saw her smell her hand, the one I shook hands with. I couldn’t believe what happened. Did she smell my cum that day? Did she like me staying around? Or was she hinting a suggestion at me? My mind ran like a race car with thoughts.I could hurry things and try taking initiation with her and if she was alarmed, I could blame the alcohol..