Have a great evening, Kelly.”“You too, Martin.”I’d gone to bed as soon as I came in, but I read a book until I heard her coming up the stairs....She saw the light through the transom window and briefly stepped into my bedroom.“Hi. I’m home safe and sound. You can go to sleep now, Carstairs.”“Thank you, Miss Kelly. I trust you had a pleasant evening?”“Yeah. Plenty of offers to get laid. Turned them all down.”“Good.”Fortunately I had a quiet night, so we met again over breakfast.“Got any plans?”. Pulling back I then thrust myself in further in an effort to lay claim to the far passage and possibly ascertain what lay beyond. I pounded myself into the wet darkness over and over again, feeling the moisture that seemed almost to boil out of the walls around me and pool against my underside. It was not unpleasant and in fact made my repeated vain attempts to achieve a deeper purchase easier. Once every so often I was just able to brush the top of my helmet covered head into the. Now raising with anticipation as I teased and gently tickled with touch and tongue. My nose was filled with the aroma of her sex......warm, wanton and urging me faster to please her. I lifted her up and pressed my nose to the cleft of her hood....her clitoris eagerly peeking from between it's swollen folds almost calling to grasp it between my lips. My lips covered her swollen sex, receiving it's first taste of her devine nectar. Oh heaven....sweet heaven.....it was mind numbing and ever. I always told her it was up to her when and if she wanted to have a repeat.Well she finally did so I had her start texting him and slowly during text messages flirt and turn it sexual. It was very hot seeing her text with him and get very sexual. They both were sexting back and forth for a few days telling each other what they wanted to do to each other. The buildup was incredibly hot and arousing for all of us. During this process I would speak to my friend but never discussed the sexting he.