I was laying on my bed, still trying to come to grips with this morning, absently noticing I had well over an hour yet before I had to leave for work.... Becky walked in and stretched out beside me.“Did you let Peter do your ass?” I asked, half joking.“Not yet,” she replied,seriously, “I don't know if you know, but while he's a little shorter than you, he's a lot bigger around. He's pretty strong too. If he lost control, he could rip me up pretty bad.”“I didn't know that, I said.“One more bit. ’ ‘What do you do when you play with yourself. Tell me all about it so I can picture you doing it.’ ‘Well, being naked is exciting, and imagining there’s a man watching. Sometimes I wear my panties, and pull the crotch aside and imagine a man is groping me in the movies. I like to diddle my clit best. When I put my hand on my belly below my navel, just where the pubic hair starts, I can press and pull the flesh upwards, and I think it must stretch the skin over my clit because it excites my. Steve-O took this as his cue to continue a more intimate massage. His fingers now worked on my mound as I felt my juices start to flow. Seeing the sweet nectar glistening on my labia, he took it upon himself to slide a finger inside me. My pink folds parted for him without any resistance and I moaned again. Encouraged by the sound of my enjoyment, he slid a second finger in and started massaging my g-spot. My hips rocked rhythmically, and I realized that I was on the brink of orgasm. I put my. They bathe your ears in reassuring promises. Promises of joy, laughter. And fun. Fingers trace your body, lending a person?or persons--to the voices. But you can?t make out who is here with you. But this matters little, as a calm envelops you, squelching any anxiety this?situation might normally bring you.As the voices continue, you can?t remember any of the words, only the intent behind them. You know whatever is here has only one goal?to provide you with pleasure. Goosebumps flow down your.