. She trailed off as I tried to take in the bewildering array of terms. She gently pinched the ruffled edges of my cunt, causing me to squirm with d...light. “These are your cunt lips, twat lips, or meat flaps.”I repeated each of the terms, trying to commit the growing list to memory. Then Kara slowly inserted her finger into the steamy depths of my twat. I squirmed and grunted as she relentlessly plowed her digit into my slippery folds. “Your cunt hole,” she instructed, worming ever. I sorta liked to think so anyway. I don't think he loved me like he was gonna marry me, but he did love me in a way. I knew that cause I loved him too, even though saying it would have been impossible. He was breathing hard while we kissed, I could feel it on my face, and even across my tongue, and I was sharing that hot moist air. My stomach was doing cartwheels and my head was pounding. I rubbed my thighs together and tried to hump my ass against him. I was falling then, or more like. I straightened out my T-shirt, and told Rick, ‘Don’t look. Just get dressed.’ Of course he looked and just started laughing while pulling up the zipper on his shorts leisurely and cavalierly. ‘This was your idea, dear,’ he said, with a devilish grin, pulling my face toward his. We both looked the man’s way and he was gone. I was finally able to laugh. ‘I suppose he was as embarrassed as we were,’ I said with a giggle. ‘I wasn’t embarrassed,’ Rick said, pulling up on the waistband of his. She laughed, I must have been drunk, I never do that, you where drunk and mad, Helen, and that’s why, you said yes, oh yes it was lovely, I really felt relaxed, and this is why I asked, I remember your hands all over my legs and going up my thighs, and you naughty boy you moved them apart and you where touching me, yes I remember, well after you where holding my cock what do you expect, hum? But you didn’t say anything did you? In fact I rubbed sun tan cream into you, and you let me pull your.