Did I hear him correctly? Did he say I was his favourite priestess? This excites me. When I turn to him, I can feel my face flush. ‘The more I watc..., the more I’ll learn.’ I reply. I continue, before he has a chance to say anything, ‘that will make me an accomplished lover, won’t it?’ He leaned over to a brick gap beside me to take a look at the lovers. ‘But, you’re watching two women my little novice!’ ‘You know my preference is clearly men,’ I quickly answer. I don’t want him to think that. I would keep commenting on how amazing and beautiful she is.Wish this night never ends and all those flirt talks.Even with the lusts inside which almost every guys has inside but outside one would always show the calmness, not too eager to take out clothes and have sex.With the same mixed emotions going on we were enjoying our time in that hall where there were lights but still dark.Few occasions while caressing her or kissing her I touched the sides of her breasts which instantly made my tool. Angela knew just what made me horny as hell from the beginning of our relationship and boy did she tease me relentlessly with the knowledge that her panties turned me on. No matter which type she purchased, wore or left laying about the house the sight or mere touch of the material would turn me on so much it usually resulted in an erection of varying degrees. If she wore them to bed I would wake with a raging hard on fit to hammer nails into wood. This morning as I lay in bed beside her with. Fortunately the feeling is mutual.One problem was figuring out how to improve her entry -- hands together, thumbs interlocked, palms flat to punch a hole in the water for the rest of her body to slip through. I suggested she spread her fingers, even move her hands apart a little to make a bigger hole and it helped. Getting her all into a line wasn't a problem but her boobs stuck out. After little mutual fondling -- which we both enjoyed -- we decided there was enough softness there that a.