I admit that I did feel flattered that he was happy for people to think that he and I were lovers.”“I think most men would be happy to be your par...ner.”Maggie smiled at me. “You’re biased; you’re my husband.”“I think I can still be objective. Anyway, when did you decide that you wanted things to go further?”“The meal was delicious, and we just enjoyed a few glasses of wine and normal polite conversation. Michael was sat next to me and on my other side, I was sat next to a very attractive. ." And now we're being too serious," I said. If she was going to push for something, I was going to make her at least push a bit harder."Stoney, you're the first guy I have said I loved since junior high. The first one I've REALLY REALLY kissed, not because I wanted to see what kissing was like, but because I wanted to meld with you in some way. It means something to me that I kind of understand, but I'm afraid to announce. It's kind of like watching bubbles in the sunlight. They're shimmering. He made sure she slid over his stiff cock with each slap, and he raised his leg to rub his prick against her cunt."Rub your pussy, honey. Fuck your cunt with the candle," he whispered.With only the slightest hesitation, Vicki grabbed the candle and she began pushing it in and out of her swollen cunt. Involuntary moans escaped her lips as the pleasure immediately doubled. She pulled the candle almost all the way out of her tight cunt, then drove it back inside to the hilt. The candle slid. A four-letter word would not DARE enter her mouth before it would die of shame!Paradoxically, in the bedroom Debra loved sex in a very intense way. She would relish my hardcore descriptions of sex with her or others (women OR men. I had been through my own bi-curious period) while she rubbed herself furiously against my thigh, used her hand on herself or had me get her off with one of several dildoes and vibrators we had collected. She especially enjoyed my whispered, urgent sexual commands.