"I'm going to fart with all those beans," I mentioned."Me too," she giggled. I loved the sound of her voice. "You didn't happen to find another oneof ...hese?" I unrolled the sleeping bag. It was big enough to sleep thetwo of us but I didn't want to do that."No, just the one. I did look around. Too bad the bed's all wet. Youcould have slept in that and me in the sleeping bag on the floor." "Maybe I'll stretch out on this sofa here." Well this bag could easily fit the both of us," Besty stated as. ..I'd read about it, watched it on a few pornos, was consumed in a need to experience it...the G-Spot orgasm.One night, after one of my prolonged nipple worship sessions, Emily was super wet and dying for a big finish. I slowly inserted one, then two, then three fingers in her. God, she was sopping wet! I went back to two, and reach up to the front of her dank interior. I found the little nubbin that I'd read about, and began to work it. She moaned and thrust her hips, and I kept up the. I wanted it to be my hand silently pumping him toward his inevitable climax.Without stopping the pistoning action between my legs, nor taking my eyes off the dripping tip of his cock, I beckoned him with my eyes. I didn't want him to touch me, to impale me, even to help. But I needed him closer. Within reach. Not of my slippery fingers, or my rhythmically thrusting lips. No, I needed him close enough to come. So when he exploded, so very soon, he would come on me, and not the floor. I didn't. "We kiss at the doorway and when she leaves, I know we'll both feel very lonely.We have an anniversary coming up and I don't plan on getting her anything, probably because my feelings have changed so much. Joane has gotten enough already, screw it, to me tomorrow's just another day. I'm so disgusted with her I don't even want her sexually.On the morning of our anniversary she askes me,"So Ray, what did you get me for my anniversary?" Imagine that, My anniversary.' Nothing, what did you get me?".