Did we really just make love for that long?”“Make love?” That shook me a little.“I can’t think of anything else that would do that to me. I�...�ve had sex and I’ve made love and that was definitely the latter.”“Love?” I was getting upset.“Don’t freak out, Mick.” Jos calmed me. “All it means is that it wasn’t just a physical act. It was the act of two people who were into each other’s feelings. I was taking care of you and you me. We weren’t just trying to get ourselves off. I’m sorry about the ‘I. The sound of my fingers in your body hypnotizes me. Like a love movie, we stay in soft focus, just enough light to allow an audience to see us, but not in an obscene way.You splay your legs open broader, in a clear attempt to give yourself to me intentionally, wantonly. I pull out my fingers and bring them to your mouth; greedily, you suck them. I reach back down for more, and I taste the sweetest nectar in the world. Your body jumps into the air when my thumb finds your clit, so sensitive to. Why won't they take the blindfold off? This is the hottest thing I could ever imagine. Two girls making out with my cum. I could die a happy man seeing this.Suddenly I felt the lips come to me. It was Liz again....and she had a mouthful of cum she wanted to share.This wasn't new for us and quite frankly I enjoyed it. Felt like it brought us closer together. But now we were doing it with another person here. Quickly I was becoming the one who was wondering how far this would go.----"God this is. . line, Charlone, lone ... lone ... lone ... lone" The sound of that last wayward syllable delighted her and so she appropriated it as a nickname. When a child, in her moments of confusion she used to think that "Lone" suited her perfectly because she was always alone and because the more family and friends surrounded her the lonelier she felt.Her mother had died giving birth to her and from then on she had always been alone. Her father the big industrialist had no time to care for newborn.