After what I thought was their second or third orgasm, Sissy rolled of Liz and they just laid there for while panting. Finally Liz said that this was ...he most intense orgasm she has ever had. Sissy, still breathing hard said the same. She said it worked. "What worked?" I asked. "The thing about doing to her what felt good to me." she said. "Well, that's the way it should work." I replied."Ok, are you ready to go again?" I asked. "God, I don't know." Sissy said. "That was really intense." "Ok" I. The alcohol had eased my nerves and soon I heard myself laying everything out. I explained how I would love to have sloppy seconds after she had been with another guy. To my shock she just sat and listened, I could tell she wasn't against the idea. Her nipples were rock hard. I asked if she were cold? She said no , why? I said well your boys are pointing. She glanced down at her shirt then said no they aren't cold, just horny. I asked her outright, well what do you think? She said about what? I. That behavior would send her the wrong message, he thought. She would mark him as a player and as insincere and he did not want her to think him a player and/or insincere. One never at a loss for words: he could not respond to her question. His brain could not formulate a thought to answer her. He grabbed at the first item that he saw, a package of thumbtacks and handed her a five-dollar bill. She put the thumbtacks in a small, brown paper bag, placed the bag on the counter, and handed him his. When we got to the bedroom, I told her “how about some really dirty stories that I can masturbate to before we go to sleep?”She was sober, and obviously not as turned of as I was and she kind of rolled her eyes at me and said “I don’t know, I haven’t had any time to think anything up.”“Come on, I don’t want you to make stuff up, your real stories about your past are far hotter than anything you could make up. Why don’t you start with the time you and Carolyn got it on in San Francisco.”“I.