For a while that was all I allowed. He wasn't touching me, and neither was I, at least not with company. I went home and stroked myself alone, in the ...ark, like I was just now.After a while, though, I stopped being so shy, and it was a matter of trust between us that this was something neither of us would show anyone else, but that we could do together. I'd watch him slide over the strange skin of his cock, and I'd find the courage to touch my dampness. I'd see his eyes on me. It would be. Now I was able to go down onBeckie, but she stopped me and said let?s do a 69 and go down on eachother?s clits. Beckie had now had her first male orgasm and I lookedforward to my first female orgasm. We had a bit of an issue withfiguring out each other?s timing, but Beckie new what felt good to herand moved me to orgasm just as she had hers. It was very differentorgasm to have one that seemed to radiate over your body as opposed tothe very penis and testicle pumping feeling of a man. We laid. Not intense, rather a leisurely enjoyment of each other, hands wandering gently rather than urgently questing, tongues swirling slowly in overlapping circles. She gave a quietly contented “Mmm” when he slid his hands under her blouse to savour the soft brushing of her skin against his palms and fingers, and she started to turn her body from side to side in his arms so that her felt the soft swell of her breasts moving this way and that against his torso. “Have you had any breakfast?” Greg. My mate and I were sitting on the floor in the lounge room watching TV, no such thing as Play-stations and such back then. He noticed that from our lower vantage point and angle, he could see straight up between Sandi's legs. Lucky for us, she wore a light summer dress that night, revealing lots of thigh, and an unbelievable view of her panty covered bush. My view was obscured as I was just to the side of the doorway view. Ken said, "I can see the hair sticking out"......"Really?" was my.