I told her she had twenty-four hours to move out. The color drained from her face and she ran into her bedroom.The wife started to say something and ... said, “don’t! She knows the rules and she broke them.” She protested a little, knowing that it wouldn’t get her anywhere. Finally she said, “Let her stay and you can punish me any way you want.” “Tempting, but no, why should I punish you for something you didn’t do, unless you knew about this was happening.” “Did you?” The look on her. They lay together thus intertwined, on their sides facing each other, her breasts against his chest, his stiff penis pressed between her thighs, and they slept fitfully. The boy kept his word and didn't press further, though his hands roamed freely across the novice's ample breasts. She awoke feverishly several times through the night when his caresses overwhelmed her. She saw nothing untoward in his embraces. He was obviously asleep and unaware of his movements and, as he'd pointed out, her. When she wasdone, she squirted a little on clit to remove a few chocolate specks.Ok, quick aside. I started referring to my penis as my clit. I alwaysthought that penis was such a funny sounding word. I also was findingwords like 'dick' and 'cock' so hard sounding (wait a minute, maybethat's on purpose, you know hard). But I do like the word 'pussy'.Sounds so cute and non threatening. Rebecca told me she had always hatedher penis. So far, I've been ambivalent about what I am eventually goingto. I pushed that thought to the side so that I could give her the instructions that she needed. She’d always been quiet as a mouse when we had sex. We started when we were students in her parents’ house, and I’m not sure that she’d ever gotten out of the habit. ‘I want you to express yourself more verbally when we make love. When you release, I want you to let me know, and as you get excited. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes. I understand.’ ‘Finally, I want you to spend fifteen minutes a day fantasizing.