Then he apologizes and said can I ask you something very personal questions?my wife said yes you may ask me.so he asked my wife if she comes easy when...we have sex.and she replies that her clitoris is very sensitive but she has a hard time to come.Then he suggested that she would have one or two piercings on her pussylipps or at her clitoris.she looks at me and the only thing I can say is that is all up to you to decide.so she asks him what kind of piercings he has in mind?and he walks out in. I heard a very short, quiet moan from him, but otherwise nothing happened. I pulled the blanket back over him, walked upstairs, and got a bottle of dish soap. I squired a little onto my finger and rubbed it against my own asshole, just to make sure it wasn’t some citrus shit that would burn him. Back downstairs again, I slid my now well lubed finger back against his asshole and, very carefully, started wriggling it back and forth, with each repetition sliding a tiny bit further into his. . . I want you," he said. Ash didn't know what else to say. She understood everything about him, to the point were he didn't need to take the extra steps to explain himself. Iris didn't need an explanation. He gently pushed her against the apartment wall, taking note of how relaxed she was becoming. She would let him do anything to her. His body instantly responded, the logic of it all slipping away with the start of a flexing down into his groin. She didn't even hide her wide eyes, her eager. ’ Then, Dad pats me on the head and tells me that he’s just tormenting me, but it makes me mad that that he would accuse me of taking Mike’s candy, even though Mike doesn’t even want it. I start to say so, but Ross crunches his beer can and says, ‘Hey Jack, how about another round?’ My Dad doesn’t even look at me when he tells me to get Ross another beer. ‘Hey Don, you look dry over there. Are you ready for another? Pat, take Don’s glass with you and bring him another high ball.’ When I come.