I was laid there for ages just feeling the clamps doing their work, my clit was swollen and the longer I was left like that the hornier I became with ...nticipation. The head sling was undone and my head fell backwards and downwards, someone was staggering my mouth, I could smell the musky smell of some woman’s pussy. She pushed that pussy against my mouth, my tongue started to explore her labia searching for her clit. She was squirming against my mouth, the more she moved the more eager I was to. With heels, she was only three inches shorter than me. Kimber’s eyes were liquid and endlessly deep.I kissed her softly. The impact was huge.Walking again, looking for dinner inspiration, Kimber commented, “You give new meaning to the word slow.”I chuckled. Stupid me. It hadn’t crossed my mind we were in a relationship. I’d been too focused on simply feeling better. I hadn’t even held her hand!I took her hand. Kimber turned hers and our fingers intertwined. Like an adolescent, to me it held. My birthday arrived in February; she treated me a revolutionary new male masturbator: a curved vibrating pad that stimulated the head and frenulum. I blushed when I opened the wrapping; my cheeks blushed when she tugged at my pyjamas to my knees to try it on me.Her soft hands swept over my pubic hair as she pushed me onto my bed and rolled her hands over my erect prick. “Do you have any lube?” She asked: a patently absurd question to ask a man who had not had sex for over a year. “Oh, never. " "Well, that's the one thing I can say, is every one I have been with has been pretty satisfying." "Consider yourself lucky then. You haven't had to endure the trauma of the awful sex." "I will say this Dani, I feel like I am sometimes searching for more, but you know how much more can a girl get?" As I looked at her, I could see the smirk on her face. "Oh Kelli, it can be so much more." Before I could ask her what she meant, I had the sudden urge to break the seal from drinking. I excused.