Finger fuck me in the bathroom…’ She took my hand and slid it into the waistline of her jeans. ‘Or right here, just real quick…’ It actually...felt steamy inside of her panties. Her pussy was warm and drooling. But I pulled my hand out of her pants and gently pushed her away. ‘That’s too risky,’ I said. ‘What we’re doing now is already pushing it too far.’ ‘But…’ Vicky pouted. My fucking god… it was such a turn-on knowing this nubile girl was that desperate for my (admittedly average) cock—but I. I'd only had 13 lovers before marrying at the age of 26. My motto was even, "Only date one at a time, never more than one partner at a time during sex." During that brief, disastrous first marriage to a young man, who had already been married once before, I totally lost my self, my self-confidence, and my sexuality. I didn't have any sexual urges during the last two years of our marriage as it fell apart. I didn't feel sexy or think I was sexually attractive anymore after the grueling divorce. She hadjoined the agency two months previous. The women had gelled at once, throughtheir mutual problematic divorces, their love of similar music and both havinga perchant for well hung toy boys. Her cousin livedin ElPaso, so it made sense to share the job with Stephanie, share the $200commission and get wrecked with her cousin for the weekend.This wasthe second time they had actually been paired for a job together. The agencynormally insisted that on first visits to a booked collection there. I congratulated myself for letting go and sharing the evening with her. If I hadn’t I never would have known the sensation of another woman eating me out, and that, I suddenly realized, would have been a tremendous shame. I was eager to reciprocate for her, although I was scared. As I rolled her over, and pulled her panties off, I hoped that I wouldn’t screw anything up. I hoped I could give her even a small percentage of the pleasure she’d given me. She smelled wonderful, and she tasted even.