I kicked them off.Michael was always gentle. My clothing was never in fear of being torn with him. I liked that. He was my third, and I was his second... In both cases we felt we had upgraded significantly from previous partners, and we had learned enough not to take things for granted. We had also overcome that initial fear of saying what we wanted. I wasn't really reluctant to tell him how I got myself off, and he knew it. I knew how he liked to beat-off in the shower too, and my only reaction. I relax my hips back down on the bed and groan into the gag. You increase the pressure on my lower body and it feels like you are trying to push my panties inside me. I shudder from the feel of the fabric being pulled tighter and then you abruptly stop. I whimper and twist my hips trying to find you. Your response to my tantrum is to rip my panties off. I hear you groan as the cotton fabric tears. I twitch and groan with you, I love the feel of your control and haste. As you open my panties I. I had never been outside (other than my frantic attempt toretrieve my male clothes moments earlier) before while dressed, yet thethought of the evenings events gave me a sort of twisted confidence. Ididn't think I was passable, not totally anyway, though I was obviouslygood enough to give a man a great time. I went outside and slowly mademy way to my car, passing nobody as I unlocked it and climbed in. Ipulled out of the parking lot, and carefully made my way up the street tothe local. After a few moments, two fingers entered her cunt, which was already wet with her own, natural lubricant. The next time she raised her body toward his face, the thumb on his other hand pressed against her virgin asshole. Since Vickie remembered her promise to her husband, and was expecting her very first ass-fuck, she given herself an oil-based enema, then left a little extra body oil just inside. His thick thumb slipped in, easily. At first, she was a little uncomfortable, but soon accepted.