Meanwhile, we kissed. She met my lips with closed lips, as befits a modest woman. She opened them to my tongue as befits an obedient wife. Beyond thos... chaste lips, however, there awaited a hot and hungry welcome. Her tongue met mine immediately. I slid mine under hers and tasted a sweetness to exceed honey. She withdrew hers to just touch mine tip-to-tip, and then flicked hers back and forth. I was unaware that tongues could be tickled. She brought hers to a stop and touched mine gently, then. ?Hey, that’s cool, he does twitch nicely,? admired Carmel. ?Mind if I try too???Be my guest, we’re all friends here,? answered Christie.Carmel then went and got her own candle. I was dreading what was to come, but couldn’t stop it. Carmel then went around to the other side and lowered her candle also. ?Not too low,? cautioned Christie, ?you don’t want to burn him, just make it sting a bit?The candle rose up a bit and moments later another jolt hit my backside. Again I jerked against my. It felt so hard and stiff in his hand, almost like it was getting bigger by the second. He could feel his arousal building, and it felt so good, just lying back, stroking himself, thinking of Matilda’s wet pussy… No! He couldn’t think of Matilda, he knew that would be bad. That was one of the ways she originally conditioned him to obey in the first place, he could remember all the times she’d had him stroke himself while picturing her beautiful body, her hypnotic eyes, remember in precise. My hands were holding her hips and my hips were gently thrusting my cock at her.Her hand reached back between her legs to help guide my hard cock into her virgin pussy. It was a nice tight fit and I knew that I would want more of that in the future. After a dozen nice slow strokes into her wonderful pussy I pulled it all the way out of her. She then pushed it up a little higher and aimed it at her own asshole. I pushed into her and she pushed back. The little girl really wanted it…and badly.I.