She shuddered as his finger entered her vagina. I think – she squirmed a little – I already asked you to be with me Sandy? You’re quite sure? He...smiled into her, something new there she couldn’t measure. He had three fingers in her now, stroking softly, a thumb rubbing her clit. Sandy, of course I’m sure…ahhh Good. Because I want to be with you Red, I don’t know what you’ve done to me. But. She glanced a question: But? But, he said, raising her knees to her ears again, wet finger gently. Look at me, her motions screamed. You think you can handle me, don't you? You wanted to look at a women? This is what a female looks like buster. What are you going to do about it?We would see. "Turn around," I ordered. I picked up the rear of her blouse and checked out her cheeks with my hands. "Still sore?" I demanded."What do you think?" she taunted."If they're not, they ought to be. They soon can be," I riposted. I expect that's what she wanted anyway. She jumped as I dipped between her. Often, at the beginning, one doesn't know what that final objective is...it sort of builds upon the cooperating parties and depends on a high degree of patience by everyone involved.My experience started with a very young wife who managed to produce 4 babies in the first 5 years of marriage. So, you know what she enjoyed. After #4, she was able to adjust to a birth control regimen which allowed total "bareback" sex without as much danger of pregnancy. She steadfastly refused to use condoms. You wouldn’t?” she replied, surprised in spite of herself.“Most assuredly not,” I answered. “That would just be dealing withsuperficialities. I think it would be much more … should I saysatisfying’? … if we were to dispense with those trivial, misleadingissues and get to the … should I say ‘root’? … of the problem.”She suddenly looked very confused. “Listen, Miss M—–,…. I’m not sure.