" Why?" Because it was so spontaneous. It's no secret I wanted to fool around with another guy." I giggled. "You knew that better than I did. What I d...d with the guys was okay, but not as much fun as I thought it would be. Don't get me wrong, JR, I'm not sorry I did it, but with Kimmy there was something there that I didn't feel with the guys." Something you'd like to do again?" JR asked."I don't know, maybe. I didn't plan anything that we did—they just happened. I don't think I would have as. So then she opened the towel again and shook about a little, her tits jiggling. "Well there you go another shot for you. I love the way you look at me. My husband used to look at me that way." She said. "Well I find you attractive." I said. "Well the way you look at me, the way you are looking at me right now, I would say you are a man wanting to make love to me and ravage my body . Am I right?" Jenny said staring intently at me. Sweat formed on my forehead and my got even harder as I quickly. The combination of trust and sensual massage did the trick; from that point on the memory of clumsy Ronny's attempted finger **** was put firmly in perspective - a c***dhood experience to smile at.Finger-fucking is now an important and regular part of my sex life, and I consider myself an expert, at least as far as being on the receiving end is concerned. There really is an art to finger-fucking, but it's an art that anybody can learn, providing they have a willing trusting partner.The first. As she dressed in the locker room, a few drops of pussy-juice trickled down the insides of her thighs. Out in the gym, she stumbled and tripped and fell repeatedly because her timing was all off. She couldn't concentrate on doing flips and somersaults. She fell off the balance beam so many times that Coach Peters focused all his attention on her, which made her twice as nervous and uncoordinated. He caught her when she fell, always sliding a hand between her legs for a moment and holding her by.