"Yes, though there was one that was a follower of Bast who wasn't. Afterward she thanked me for choosing her to receive the special seed of her mistre...s and me. There was also the three women that Sekhmet had me take into the university women's bathroom. The first two had finished and were pleasuring each other, the third had just finished. Her eyes cleared and she told me thank you. It had been extremely hard to enter her, the other two had gotten her wetter so I could go in easier." "They. Then she bent over and sucked it directly back to life. ‘Wow, Susanne, I really thought I was down for the count but look what you brought back to life.’ ‘Yes, and it’s all mine, too,’ she said as she got up over me and reached behind and under to lead me into her as she dropped down over me. The feeling of her warm, lovely vagina sliding down encasing me was exquisite and I gasped slightly as she dropped onto me. ‘Mmm, oh, yes, this is what I want. Oh, I love my three girlfriends but they. His hands, moving leisurely, down, up, around. His hands, how many times have I begged to have those hands on me, I want to beg now, beg for more, beg for anything he is willing to give. His lips caress my skin, his mouth explores my body. My hands reach up to tangle in his hair, guiding his head to the places I needed touched, the places I need to feel his heat. Lower, oh god, yes, lower! He chuckles, knowing what I want, but is not ready to give it yet. He rises to stand exposed in front of. Or maybe that the exercise program she'd started several months earlier was finally paying of in other dividends.It still wasn't anything special. Missionary position, or, ironically, the female superior position. The thing about sex for us was the connection. At least for me anyway, then. The connection with the woman I loved. Looking into her eyes, touching her, caressing her. That two- way exchange of caring that expressed our love. It didn't have to be 'hot and sweaty sex'. We made.