While one hand is literally finger-fucking me, and working variations on my labia, his other is busy on my clit and hood. Despite what some sexologist... maintain - that there is no such thing as a purely vaginal climax - I experience two distinct waves of climaxes simultaneously when he does this - one from my cunt and the other from my clit, although I admit they seem to be related to each other.The varieties of methods and techniques you can employ to finger-fuck your old lady are limited only. "What could I say? I know what I wanted to say - "eat shit and die you fucking bitch!" - but I had to be able to go home and face Traci and tell her that I had accepted Tina's apology so I extended my hand across the table and Tina and I shook hands.A year went by and it looked as if Tina was trying really hard to erase the image that I'd always had of her. It was a slow thing at first, a smile and a little wave when we saw each other in town, a birthday card and other little things. It. "You are smiling now Scott, talking back, and not addressing me properly. You know my name, Mr Blake, and will address me as such. For that, you will receive two more strokes and I will now use the cane," Tom told her. "Right, I said two more, seeing as you have only received two with the little tasselled whip, it is six more, one for smiling and another for not addressing me properly, but this time, I shall use the cane," he said, flexing the cane in the mirror so that Jenny could see it.Right. Until the end came. The end came unexpectedly. Salome had begun spending less time with me and more time with her new friend Natalie Edgar, a rail-thin redhead from the Women’s Swim team. Looking back, that should have raised some red flags but what did I know. I was in love and I guess you could say there was a dearth of cynicism in my thinking. I didn’t think anything was going on between Salome and Natalie. Which is why it totally caught me by surprise. One day, I went to Salome’s dorm to.