The left side is mine.”She turned off the lights. There was a faint rustling of clothing and I felt the bed give as her glorious body pressed agains... mine. Our lips came together as if to seal the deal.She whispered, “Please promise me, you won’t break my heart.”“I would die before ever letting that happen, but that goes both ways.” It was then I realized how vulnerable I really was.Our touching became caressing and our exploring seemed to go on for hours. There seemed to be an urgency in our. ....zap...zap..zap.....my nipples hard and aching for you....my cunt wet and aching for your fingers, mouth, cock....and anything else you want.....my arse too.....wants more of what you desire .....I am so surprised I feel like that again....given I am still so sore from last night.....I woke this morning expecting to feel dry.....but I was so wet again.....you make it hard for me to choose..... but you did tell me to choose favourite bits of last night....so seeing I HAVE to do that I will. He had the gloves on and took the nettle from me. He used it on Ted's thighs and calves. Ted was loving it. In a break in the action, I pulled Ted's trapped cock from beneath him. It was huge. Even in that strange position. Using a very small amount of lube I starting inserting my little finger in that beautiful piss slit. Ted moaned with joy. When I had my middle finger in to the nub, Steve couldn't take it any more. He grabbed his own huge cock, but he forgot to remove the gloves. Out of the meetings and individually the men were a good bunch and even the women in the odd one or two's were not that bad and quite good at having a conversation that wasn't anchored to their moral code, but it was the men that Rick associated with and one in particular he thought was more in line with his own interpretation of the refugee and it was a break in one of the social do's that they got talking about their relationships with their wives. "You and your wife don't seem that close.