As soon as I was fully hard, though, she moved back up until we could join.We make love in many different ways. It’s always as much about the journe... as the destination, but sometimes she – or I – will deliberately extend the journey considerably. She lay on top of me, skin to skin, touching everywhere it’s possible for two people to touch. Hardly moving, a rhythmic pulsing of her pussy preventing me from softening (as if!). I suppose it’s something like tantric sex; as much a spiritual thing. As I got close, I couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that I was going to cum-kiss and swallow my own. Then the feeling rose inside me and I came.As soon as I had finished, I quickly sat beside him and put my lips on his and opened my mouth. My tongue entered his mouth and I could taste my juice. It was lovely. He pushed it into my mouth and I gulped it down, loving every second. This really was turning into the most incredible experience.I pulled my panties off and laid on the sofa with my. Right?”“Yes, but how did you know?”“I knew something was different when he came home after being out all night, whistling, singing and smiling. Totally out of character. As he would say, “Conduct unbecoming a Marine N.C.O." I became suspicious that you were the source of his personality change when I saw the way he kept glancing at you that afternoon when you came over. Those were far from casual glances. My suspicions were confirmed the night a few weeks later when he gave my mom a lame excuse. “That when you’re touched down the side of your waist, by slowly caressing fingertips, soft fingertips that is, that you giggle and squirm but eventually you learn to control the feeling. Capture it, play with it, and then turn it inwards to your advantage.”I sat there, looking at him. I imagined that his fingertips would be soft; he didn’t look like he had done a hard day’s work in his life. The newspaper had fallen out of my hands to rest on the bar. I picked up my drink and took a long hard.