She moaned her approval and parted her legs to feel for my man tool, but it was on the wrong side of my pant legs for her to reach. She didn’t ca...e though; as she parted her legs I slid my hand to her moist pussy and began to rub circles around the tender youthful petals of her labia. Her voice cracked as my touch found her swollen clit and I squeezed at it with my thumb and index finger, giving forth a squeal of pleasure. I used my middle finger to part her labia and began running it. When I open my eyes, I see you looking down at me with this cute little grin. I straighten up, and step back. You ask me if I was taken off guard by all of this. “Yes Jim, I am” I answer. With that, you take my hand and lead me to the area rug that was in font of the stone fireplace. I sit down and watch you get the fire going. Then, without another word, you walk past me and disappear. When you return, you have a red and white blanket in one hand and a bottle of wine and two glasses in the. No rules broken. Just two of us. I broke my own rule. I kissed you. Tongues dancing. Then I sucked your tongue a bit as I would your erect penis. I wanted to do it. I wanted to see if you were just as good at that as you were with everything else. I briefly pondered what it would be like if you just pinned me against a wall and kissed me like that, maybe bit my neck a bit and pushed your package against my throbbing clit. What a beautiful daydream. "I'm going to suck out your soul.. As that heat climbed all the way to the base of my prick she sobbed into my mouth and almost crushed me with her arms.And then there was all this thrashing, and everything felt so incredibly good, and she was chanting "Oh Bobby" in my ear and her legs were around me, squeezing, and I was having the mother of all orgasms. I remember being surprised it was happening, and thinking, just for a few seconds, that what my hand had brought me in the past were the mere ghosts of orgasms, pale shades.