Now... if I were to roll up onto my upper back, lifting my hips... yes... that certainly seemed to help matters some. The tip of his cock -- oozing a...glistening drop of precum -- nosed its way into the folds of my snatch. Still firmly locked in the guiding embrace of my hands, I stroked the tip of his cock up and down the length of my slit, biting back a quiet moan of delight. The Pit Bull pushed in deeper -- or had I pulled him in? It was hard to say. I cried out, feeling his rapidly. "Food?" I've got plenty." But I want to help!" she cried out. "I don't want to owe you or feel obligated like this!" Heather," I said, taking her face in my hands and looking at her seriously. "I want to help. Let me help, okay? I love you, you know."At that Heather's eyes grew wide. I had been skirting around the issue of my feelings for her, but now seemed the perfect time to tell her exactly how I felt. I would have preferred a more romantic setting, but this felt right."You do?" she said in. “Want me to finger you?” she offered.“Uhunh,” I repeated myself, moaning now. It was an instinctive reaction, but later I rationalized it with the reason that if she wouldn’t continue, I’d take over from her right that instance and finger myself in front of her. And by then she was well on her way. My panties were gone and when she took my hand and put it on her own vulva, I found that hers had gone as well.“Are we lesbians now?” I asked later, when we both recovered from our orgasms, lying. Tell him that. Tell him how you'd like him to please you. Communicate your feelings to each other. Show him how much you care by using a condom. How much pleasure canÊ there be in sex if you have to worry about it later?Ê Worry-free sex will keepÊ him coming back for more.ÊContinuous Male OrgasmsBy BJJMMSeveral years ago I learned that by getting extremely close to the threshold of ejaculatory inevitability, then halting all stimulation, then getting "close" again repeatedly, I would achieve a.