She seemed contented to sit there like this. I was rubbing her lower stomach area. She was rubbing my thighs. We were just getting comfortable with ea...h other’s nakedness. I moved my hands up to cup her breasts through her bra. She gasped and put her hands on mine. She held my hands for awhile tightly pressing her breasts. I moved around to her back with my hands and unhooked her bra. Her hands still covered her breasts. I slowly removed her bra sliding my hands underneath the material. Her. I can’t resist her, not now when I feel so aroused and in need of relief. She pulls me to her, snaking her arms around me and cupping my ass cheeks as she leans in and kisses me. I respond to her kiss, hesitantly at first but then lustfully, pushing my tongue into her mouth. My arms snake around her as well and my hands slip under her T-shirt, caressing the soft skin of her back. Her kiss feels so gentle and amazing, her lips against mine are plump and soft- I understand why men like us so. .”, now she stopped sucking my cock and concentrated on finger fucking my asshole, she did it as a pro, and she laughed naughtily, when I moaned, she fucked my asshole with her finger, according to my moan, and she enjoyed making me moan, and she fucked very fast now with other had, she gave a hand job and with other hand she finger fucked my asshole, my nerve broke down, I was controlling my climax, she fucked me for another couple of minutes.And now she made to me stand, and she started again. He took a thoughtful sip of his cappuccino. ‘It was monogamy in practice, most of the time. But an ostensibly open relationship.’ He stopped talking for a good 30 seconds or so. He looked lost in thought. ‘Can you tell me more about your life at that time?’ I prodded. Finally he responded. ‘Honestly, it’s hard to remember very clearly. It all seems so long ago. I’ve read – and my own life experience has confirmed this – that memory is state-specific. You remember best what happened when.