" You really are a low life. Okay, lets get it over with."I could hear them walking toward the bedroom where the guys were naked and waiting. The surp...ise, followed by the resignation on Cyndi's face almost caused me to come out of the closet and put a stop to things, for about a tenth of a second, but then I considered that she wouldn't be here at all if she wasn't hiding things from me. She stood in the doorway and surveyed the room and then with a blank expression on her face she walked over. It was always hard from me to bring up the subject. Usually after a few drinks and maybe a Doobie she would be relaxed enough to talk to me about her fucking another guy. One night after a hour of discussion on the subject I managed to get her panties off. Her pussy was soaking wet. I pointed out to her that her pussy was betraying her and allowing me to know how she actually felt. Who is he I asked? Who is who she asked. Who is the guy you are thinking about that got your pussy so wet. She. Her strong hands massaged my leg, running up and down it’s length and provided another of pleasure as well as preventing any cramping when I had to hold this position for any length of time. This was already shaping up to rank among the best fucks I’ve ever had. Your first time will forever be a sentimental favorite but on reflection it was clumsy, awkward, and you’re processing all the new sensations that overwhelm the senses. Both our bodies were washed in sweat and our combined scents filled. You extended your hands out to me thus breaking my trance, I held it but resisted as you tried to pull me back down to the floor where you laid, it wasn't until a minute later that my eye was filled with your innocent beauty and my lips once more wanted to taste the sweetness of you did I submit I fell to my knees between your open thighs. Your body was firm and warm beneath me as I reached for your lips, I remember a particular point when we rolled over and you lay on me, the carpet floor.