” Rick looked down and picked at his napkin.Wolfe didn’t speak for a few minutes. He felt a little overwhelmed by everything and very touched tha... they had thought of the things he hadn’t. “Thank you.”Big Jim placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.“Of course, Wolfie, we are family. There is something else I… Well, we were wondering.”He looked around at all their faces. “What’s that?”“Are you selling the bar?”They were all watching him very intently and felt very guilty. How. My wife and I discussed the massage in the kitchen a few times. She told me she was very upset, mostly because he just started to massage her in an intimate way without even asking her if it was all right to touch her. I reminded her that he had asked her how it felt for her when he started to rub her back and she had said it felt good.Her reply was, "When he started it was nice but then he became too intimate."Since we live so far from this couple, nothing ever came of my friend's sexual. Phoebe licked her lips, needing to feel the release…needing to feel the surge of pleasure coursing throughher loins. Just a few strokes in the right places…that’s all it would take.There was a gentle knock at the door. Phoebe sighed infrustration, taking her hand away from the fly of herdenim shorts. She could feel the dampness pooling in hercrotch, yearning for the touch of her fingers. Later…later she would scratch that burning itch.“Phoebe?” Piper’s. No "hi" or "how are you?" just those two words, "TAKE ME", in bold caps.I stuffed a vibe between my dripping swollen folds, rammed it deep and on full speed before beginning to type. My words commanding. Forceful. Raw. In any other circumstances, crude.Via the beautiful rich variety of this wonderfully expressive English language of ours, we further aroused and wound each other up. We fucked! We were both totally into it, the power of our words and our imaginations bringing us both to a first,.