I think ofit like the old metaphor: it is better to give than to receive. Thismetaphor stands me in good stead throughout my life, especially in bedwi...h Debbie, my partner. Yep, we're lezzers, dykes, furry cup drinkers andrug munchers (although neither of us has a very furry rug for long!), andI ALWAYS wield the strap-on, because Debbie, bless her, is a bit Bi. Thatmeans that whenever we go to a 'do', I have to keep a careful eye on her,watch how much she drinks, and politely manoeuvre her away. Fuck me!" Hurry...faster...don't stop!" Jess cried. "I'm close...so close. OH SHIT!!!"I came again, deep inside of her. I squeezed my cock a few times until I was empty. "Shit, more than two hours are up. We better get down there."She opened her dazed eyes and grinned. "You go down. Tell them that I have to lie on my back a while. It's what the doctor told Mark and I to do to improve the chance of getting pregnant." She watched him get dressed. "Come here," she said beckoning me with her index. . feels good..." she murmured. "I like the way you make love to me. Am I as good as Mrs. Mahoney?"He looked at her pretty face and smiled."You're superb, Darlene. I pretend I'm fucking you when I'm in her ... that's how good you are."As he spoke and as the girl fucked him with slow strokes he thought about how much he loved young pussy. The snug resilience of her sheath, the firmness of her growing boobs and the freshness of her delightfully young face sent great lustful thrills surging through. “S-Sorry ma’am! Moriah just laughed, “Please, don’t be shy, call me Moriah.” She winked reassuringly at the boy, who called himself Jackson. The clock read 8:15 and the people started to pour into the circular room. After everyone was seated, Moriah began by passing everyone a sheet of paper and a pencil that read “Sex is best when you have ABStinence.” Everyone in the room instinctively signed the top of their papers with their name and the date, then Moriah announced that everyone would.