“I thought it felt different down there,” she said, cautiously touching her two-headed monster. “Almost like an orgasm in stereo.”I carefully ...ongued one side, then another. Then I wet my fingers and lightly squeezed them together. It did not take long to send her over the moon.“Is it rare?” she asked when she caught her breath.“I think it makes you even more special, ‘ I said. We were briefly distracted when a young mother said down with her baby. For a moment, I thought she was going to nurse. He was polite , kind and courteous. His sister in law, mother and brothers were well cultured, and extremely polite. I had no choice but to say to the marriage last year. Now finally I was in Bremen, a quaint German city. The quietness of the city was almost deafening. After a noisy and lively Ludhiana, Bremen was just the opposite. My beautiful sister in law, Jethani had barred me for cooking and assigned the household budgeting to me. Poor Jethani had muscle pains and could not go outside in. “Your fingers...” Having crawled through my pubic hair, dug around in my dewy slit, and caressed my swelling clitoris, Alain's fingers, three of them I think, are now wiggling their way inside me. My panties are around my ankles and my snug little short dress is bunched up just enough around my hips to allow the access. I lean over as I sit there, my hand gently stroking the warm shaft of his cock that has been poking through the fly of his trousers for the last few minutes. That's enough time. Now we are beyond the end, and I finally release them. We are spent. The finale is over, and so is the encore. With nothing left, I collapse atop them. I do it as gently as I can, but with all my weight. Moments after we have fallen collectively into a deep sleep, so thoroughly immersed in comfort and satisfaction that it was as though they were tangible things we could snuggle into directly.My dreams are disjointed, confusing, and nightmarish. They are still erotic, but that isn’t.