I was amazed at the size of her pussy lips. I slipped a lone finger into her pussy and worked it back and forth as Sherry moaned her approval. I zeroe... in on her clit and labia. Oh my Gawd! I had found her g-spot! I rubbed my fingers back and forth feverishly. Sherry had tears coming out of her eyes. She clinched her fists and beat the bed as I worked my fingers back and forth. Her entire body shook as a massive orgasm rocked through her. “Don’t stop!” she pleaded. I didn’t plan to. Then, as. Would it be weird?? Would he say it was all a mistake?? I went to the room and he sat up on the bed. Before either one of us could say anything he leaned over and gently kissed my forehead. That one action instantly let me know that nothing had changed... alcohol or not... it wasn't an accident or a mistake caused by too many drinks. The feelings were just as real for him as they were for me. In that moment, the sweltering passion resurfaced into a fiery rage from deep within me and. Once we start this, she takes control. This is one of the positions where she takes over fully and I am more passive. Just thrusting whenever needed all the while when she is working. I like this position as well because I just have to push my cock into her by thrusting at regular interval :) and its fun as well. This makes her cum a lot and always wets the bed. TO avoid this, we had come up with a novel idea. I got a rubber mat (that is generally used for placing the infants) and on top of. I am laughing, giggling and my face is wet with tears, you are still, within me waiting and watching and smiling…………………………. We lay still, my head rests on your shoulder our breathing is even now and there is an air of satisfied tiredness about us. Your eyes are closed. I wonder what you are thinking but I do not want to speak to ask, I feel too lazy, too content. My own thoughts relive every moment of the love we just made, questions pop up unbidden, irrational fears. Does the intense high of.