He leaned over towards me and I did the same, our knees touched and the electric nearly blew me away, I looked him right in the eye and placed my hand...on his knee gently rubbing the inside of his thigh, he sighed and said “I’ve never been with anyone before”, “Anyone?” I replied, “Yes anyone” he answered.As I let my hand roam up the inside of his thigh he looked at me smiling, my cock was twitching and my heart was pumping. As I neared the top of his leg he was breathing heavier, he laid back. With my heart beating faster I closed down the window - almost scared by the temptation of Mistress Xenthia's challenge. Almost worried that if I continued to stare at her challenge that I would be forced to take it on.I slept fitfully that night - my dreams filled with confusing nightmares that I could never remember as I woke up. And I woke up many times that night with my heart pounding and my hands sweaty. I went in to my work groggy and shaken up but as the day wore on I forgot about. We stumbled backwards as one towards the couch, reaching it, he jumped onto it and fumbled with his trousers and boxers, pulling them down to his ankles. His dick wasn't standing upright yet, but it was in that awesome transition of being big but still nice and floppy, perfect for slapping my face with. So that's what I did as I knelt down before him and put my fingers around it. My tongue lolled over the tip of his foreskin and then, making little circles, it found it's way beneath and onto. I pulled her into me and began to tickle her. That made her squeal with laughter. It’s always nice to see her smile and laugh. She’s as tough as nails and anticipated my needs and wants like no one that I have ever encountered. Jill is the exact opposite. She is also tough as nails, but she is much more measured in her ways. Once Dakota and I settled down and I quit tickling her, Donna put her head on my shoulder. I can tell that Donna needs some physical attention. I put my fingers underneath.