Ten seconds of steady pressure relaxed my vulva and I felt the silkiness sink into my little well. I felt a few raspy double-finger swishes froth me u... and I quivered in delight as he mopped pussy juice up to my anxious little clitoris. Three or four more trips to the well had my clit slippery, slimy and screaming for salvation I pushed those sweltering hot nylon French panties down around my thighs, dragged Doug over and under me by his penis and lifted my left leg up as far as my stretched. “I hope you like wieners,” he said. ‘Darla loves them. She likes their shape and the way they sizzle when they get hot. Darla prepared some cole slaw, potato salad, and baked beans to go with the wieners.” “That all sounds great to me. If Darla had a hand in it, I’m sure I’ll enjoy every bite,” I replied. Paul turned to his wife, and said, “Pet, isn’t there something you want to tell Dirk?” Darla came over and sat on my lap, gave me a friendly hug and kiss, and then told me that Paul has some. All the honesty had an effect on her as well as it had on me. She allowed me past her normal defenses, so that I could get deeper into the essence of Edsel as I worked her toward an orgasm. When she came it was with her hips pounding trying to force more of me inside her. I knew the feeling of never feeling full from my human days. I tried to fill her. Even when I knew she had all she could take her body still craved more. I knew the feeling and I knew I couldn't satisfy it, nothing ever. She complained to me about guys and asked me for advice. I even hooked her up with a friend of mine, but that didn’t work out. When she would get depressed she would call or text me and ask me what was wrong with her, why wouldn’t guys talk to her? I would always reassure her that she is absolutely beautiful and guys were obviously intimidated and not turned off. Sometimes I would wonder if she was calling me just to hear me tell her she’s gorgeous. We had become such good friends now I didn’t.