"Hers was a little warmer, but cool enough to drink. My neuromuscular system was more interested in my sudden lust than in swallowing a beverage, and ...t took a little effort to get the coffee to go down. Only after I'd finished it off and set the mug aside that I realized I knew exactly why the coffee tasted sweet: she'd put more than just a shot of brandy into each mug."Talk to me some more," she whispered into my shirt. "I need a trusty human voice."Again I struggled for something to say. I. She started to suck Mike’s cock again but Steve wasn’t finished with her yet. He started moving his fingers faster again and just like that her body stiffened. This time it’s a much bigger orgasm and she cried out “Oh fuck, fuck, yes, God I cumming again!” This time Steve continued to pump his fingers into her, she had to reach down and grab his arm to stop him “No, no, I can’t take that again. Fuck me, God I need you to fuck me”. WE have a huge sectional couch and ottoman and they pushed it. He became lost in the motion, the feeling building within him, like hewas climbing up the side of a mountain, getting higher and higher. Heached in ecstasy.Finally, he climaxed, reaching full orgasm. His muscles clenched, and hescreamed in joy as the opening completed, his womanhood now connected tothe depths of his womb. The pleasure began to subside, his muscles stillcontracting as he caught his breath. The bulge in his gut began forcingitself lower, and with one final, massive push, the dam. ” “Tell me how you want me to touch myself.” She rested back on the divan and I asked her, “What feels especially good when you touch yourself there.” She was blushing now. “ I like it touched all over.” “Put your fingertips on the edges of you inner lips……tell me what you feel exactly?” “ They are very wet…. more than they are usually and they are slippery too from the wetness.” “Pull on them a bit and feel the edges. Are they smooth or more ruffled?” She did as I had asked and replied, “They.