I began by stroking her labia slowly and gently with the pad of my index finger. She responded almost immediately, pushing her pelvis toward my touch....I took that signal to mean I could progress, and I carefully pushed my finger inside her, curling it upward in hopes of touching her G spot. I continued to force myself not to rush and let things develop at Natalie's pace.Her response became more pronounced. I could hear her groaning in my ear and her hips were moving more forcefully as I. I was, after all, still lusting after his body, sore as I felt.And lastly, while Kayla and I hadn’t engaged in any real sexual intercourse, we had shared another guy’s cock covered in her divine juices. I had witnessed my own beloved sister get pounded like a two-bit whore before I cleaned off her lover. She had witnessed the same man drill my ass as though I was a seasoned porn star. And we didn’t talk about it. The whole week I had her essence harassing my senses, I was unable to even. You Cum What You EatLike sweat, saliva, urine, and all of your body's other secretions and excretions, your ejaculate's smell and flavor are affected by what you consume. (Likewise, you may notice when you eat out your female partner, her pussy juice flavor is affected by her diet) . What goes in, comes out, literally. Ever notice how when you eat a meal with a lot of onions and garlic, the smell seems to ooze out of your pores the next day? It's in your semen as well, and although the specific. Regina returns to our quarters, studies me a minute, then suggests, “Get dressed.” Yes ma’am.“Well, did you get oohed and awed over?” That brought a smile.“Oh, my goodness, Yes I did. They did! You are a very special miracle in my life, Baby. Because of you, I feel beautiful. And I am. Everybody says I am. Loving you, being loved by you, changed me! I’ve blossomed, or something like it. I can feel it.”“You were always beautiful, Regina, you just hid it.Covered it up, downplayed it, made it not.