The next day she was unusually quiet but she wasn’t angry at me or anything. She was shy I think. Sometimes in the evening she told me we need to go...to bed soon as she was tired. It was very unusual as we never slept before 10 at night. We had a quick dinner and went to bed. As soon as we were in bed I started wondering how to touch her again. I was a little nervous like always, I didn’t want her to take it wrong and stop letting me do it. But before I could make my move my mom asked me if I. And it was, and after some rolling in the hay (her brass four poster bed), we crashed. And in the morning, we awoke, and went at it again. And at some point, we got up and began to get dressed. And when we were both almost completely dressed, my body said ‘one more time,’ so I tore off my clothes and then tore off her clothes, and climbed on for another go round. And we were both having fun, and our parts were meshing as before, when she reached over her head, pulled a razor sharp commando. Her subconscious knowing what she was capable of handling and allowing her to fully express herself. As she heard him whisper in her ear, she knew she wanted more. She wanted to see him, all of him. To touch him. To drive him as crazy as he was driving her. As he kissed her again, she reached down to the waist band of his jeans, slowly in doing the button and lowering the zipper until she could reach in and lightly brush her hand against his hard cock which was clearly straining to be free of. Smiling, Mike increased the pressure and tempo of his attention to her clit. Cindy had closed her eyes and was grunting with each new assault. He then twisted the slippery nub like he was tuning a radio.She yelped and almost fell off the box, but somehow she managed to continue to hold herself wide for him.Suddenly Mike stopped what he had been doing and asked. “What did that feel like?”“She thought for a second and asked. “Have you ever put your tongue on a new nine volt battery?” Mike nodded..