The thousands of times he fantasized and masturbated about being inside a woman were dwarfed by the pleasure of the actual act. He adjusted his knees ...o thrust deeper and harder as he felt urgency to climax. Oksana was feeling the same need, but hoped it was the first of many. She knew he might be fast to finish and had it in mind to be patient with him."Oh Jack, don't cum in me. I'm protected, but don't cum in me. Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn!" She vocalized as she met each of his strokes.The thought of. .. Ooooohhh!... Uumph!... Do? Do that? Ohhh? Do that!??Then tell me how this feels? Concentrate and tell me.?Bracing against the post, arching, hips rotating, responding to his fingers, she feels the tingling, the strange sensations she’s only felt the few times she’s touched herself, touched herself in private, under the covers, maybe in the shower’s pulsating water. But, this time so much more defined, magnified as his fingers press inwards, searches, flicks across her engorging nub. . "Jasmine, this is... " he paused. "This is not a little thing here. This is... like your place, sumptuous. The presentation is... well, I feel I'm looking at a page from 'Gourmet' Magazine. Jasmine felt a flush of guilty embarrassment creeping from her neck to her cheeks as she thanked him for his simple praise. Many other guests at her table had formulated more expressive, more flowery compliments, but she felt Warren's to be much more sincere. The guilt was a direct result of Jasmine's having. “I saved you some dinner.”“Yes, but I don’t think I can stomach any solid food,” I replied.“Jump into bed and I’ll bring some soup up to you.”“Thanks Mum.”Mum’s soup was her traditional first-choice treatment for when we were afflicted by minor childhood illnesses. It was really thick and gloopy, having been simmered until all the constituents were so tender they were easy for a sore throat to swallow. When she delivered it to me, she also had the foresight to bring a couple of paracetamol.