All the whilemy wife Tracy just held my hand and watched intently. When I climaxedshe stroked my cheek and asked me, "Was it good hun?"I just nodded, ...nd tried to catch my breath. I then pulled my dick outof my pussy and excused myself to go to the bathroom and clean up.As I came down from my post sex high, I realized I had to do somethingfor Tracy. I was trying to win her sexuality back from Dan, after all.So, as soon as I came back out of the bathroom I nuzzled up to my wifeon the couch and. My finger works its magic, sliding in and out of my pussy, slowly at first, but then building momentum as my impatience builds. The heel of my hand hits my clit, edging me close to my desperate orgasm. I feel the familiar tingle, the slow sensuous burn of an oncoming cum. I work faster; I can hear myself moaning, not caring if anyone can hear my whimpers of pleasure. My clit's tingling beneath my hand, I can feel the pleasure coursing up my body. With a gasp, I cum. I feel my orgasm clench my. ”“I thought I was the teacher,” Anna said, still restingher head on Michelle’s breast, “but you taught me todaythat I have so much to learn about a woman’s body.You’re the best lover I’ve ever had.”Michelle raised one hand to tenderly stroke hersister’s raven hair. It was so soft and thick under herfingers. “I love you, Anna.”“I want to marry you,” Anna answered.Michelle laughed out loud, making Anna’s. She dresses very modestly, which I am often glad for because I think I would probably go insane with jealousy if I saw too many guys leering at her.I had told her about my fantasy of being dominated and made to eat her out and she was even willing to try. My problem was that each time I wanted to I would get the "post orgasm blues" and suddenly not want to. We would have an amazing love making session, I would cum in her warm, shaved pussy and then she would ask me "Do you still want to do it?".