Like before, I go faster and a familiar set of fingers find their way inside you. You begin to pant as you firmly grab and pull my hair with your righ... hand. Your left holding on for dear life. As if through some unspoken communication, the harder you pull my hair, the harder and faster I suck your clit. You're moaning but it's not quite enough. Determined to taste your sweet nectar, I take my left hand and slide my middle finger inside your still tender asshole. "Oh my god!!", you exclaim as. That’s why I was surprised when Lori told me the night right after my graduation that we needed to talk, she said she was not happy with the way things were at the present time.“I know you like the new place, you enjoy your job, and all that, but I’m really unhappy, I hate my job, and I need a change,” she said. “I can’t take things the way they are much longer!”“Is it just the job? Surely you can quit, leave the Mirror, that’s a crap rag anyway. “There must be something else you can. ..... and so it was one particular evening. Being close has they have been as children they felt they can raise the stakes and talk about a subject never broached. Chris felt inside that he was a man now and wanted to do “man” things. Kristen had always felt like a woman from the time she was 13, when birth control began. She was never shy nor was she brash or bitchy rather she was somewhere in the middle. It was about two weeks after their birthday. The big event was over and being 18 had. Her moans grew in volume and her body started shivering with shorter and shorter intervals, and it didn't take long before I could sense her approaching orgasm. At that point I started to caress her clit and its surroundings with the width of the tongue, while I let first one then two fingers slip in and out of the narrow vagina opening.It was like spurring a horse, she shivered violently and she let out a scream; within thirty seconds the shivering stopped for a moment and then her whole body.