It was hard under his lips. "Oh, Sam," he said, "Sa - man -tha." Oh yes," she said. He moved over to the other nipple and she started unbuttoning his ...hirt. When she got to the last button, he stood up to remove it and his teeshirt. The boots would be a problem sometime, so he sat down on the edge of the bed to deal with the laces. Sam ran her hands up and down his back while he did.He didn't say anything until he got the boots off. Then, "Two can play that game." He turned her over, not that. Finally, she graduated from subtle encouragement, saying, "Lower, Claire, go lower."Given an order like that, I complied. As I squeezed and rubbed her buttocks, I reflected on how I got into this position, and further reflected on how wet my panties were. Why were they soaked, massaging my best friend? I was so confused.I worked on her ass for a few minutes, then moved down to her thighs. She spread her legs slightly wider apart, still thrusting her pelvis up slightly every time my hand. "What do you mean?"My wife looked off at the ceiling as she was searching for the right way of saying her answer. "Well, let me back up a little bit. You remember I was going over there for the project?" I nodded. She continued, "The first night Denise had a bit of a headache, and she asked me to go to her bathroom to get some medicine from under her sink, while she made a change in the illustration that we were working on. So I went in the direction she pointed. As I turned the corner into her. It built up nowhere near as much or as fast as some girls, but it did not seem to be any different either. As I licked her clit I also probed with my fingers to find she did not have a cherry. I am pretty sure from the emails from last spring that she had been a virgin back then and nothing made me think she was not still now, no matter how bold she was acting.I do not know if she had been licked before or not. What I do know was what I was doing to her was making her go crazy. My finger.