He was only dressed in his underwear. Her eyes went to it, just naturally. She’d seen his prick before, but couldn’t resist looking there now. “...hat’s wrong?” he asked.“I don’t know,” she said. “I have this problem.”He patted the bed beside his hip. She sat and, unashamed, told him what was happening with her and Tim.“You need to teach him what makes you feel good,” he said softly.“I don’t know what makes me feel good,” she moaned. “I thought maybe you would ... help me.”“With just my fingers?”. Thank you all hunks and sexy ladies there, for your lovely emails and texts.Get ready to read the most amazing sexual pleasure. Those who haven’t read the previous part, please read the part first. Then continue from here for more fun and excitementAfter me and Priya, had our first sex at a relative’s place, Priya went to her home town. I went back to my place. Days passed by, but the sex, the experience, and the fun we had, always spun around my memory lane. A year has passed, and we didn’t. When I want to let you, that is." "You . . . you're . . . oh God, you're more beautiful than I'd ever dreamed." "Thank you," she replied to herself, tilting her head slightly in acknowledgment of Jason's praise. "I bet you want to touch me, don't you? It's alright; they're your tits now, too." Jason reached Heather's hand up and cradled her breast, savoring its weight in her hand, marveling at how it was both firm and soft at the same time. "Touching isn't a problem, Jason, but, please, try not. ?" "Oh sorry Gwen." she said holding up her nametag. "I have to check your wound so bear with me." Julie said crossing to my right. She reached over me and gently pulled the tape away. The wound was about 6 centimeters long and stitched. "No weeping...looks good." She crossed to the front and lifted my sheet. "What're doing?" I asked. "Oh I'm checking the circulation in your feet, it's common for patients confined to a bed." I looked around puzzled. "But I'm not confined to the bed." I said..