I moved in to start again but she pushed me away. In my enthusiasm, I hadn't realised how sensitive she had become. Her thighs were twitching and her ...egs seemed to be dancing to their own tune. She was half laughing and half moaning like she was possessed. I didn't know whether to feel afraid that I had broken her or proud that I had sent her this far over the edge, maybe a little of both. I kissed her thigh and she jerked like she had received an electric shock. She placed her hands on my. He doesn't have to say anything and eagerly, I kneel up and take his cock in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the width of it and start sucking, while my hands stroke his balls. Then, just as I can tell he's about to orgasm, he pulls out of my mouth and cums across my bare breasts. "Good girl," he tells me. "Thank you, Master." He runs the tips of two fingers in the liquid across my body and presses them to my lips. I lick them clean as he drops his other hand to grab my crotch. He rubs the. I am beyond damp, and, when I touch her, I know she is beyond damp. Physically we are responding to each other but, trumping that, is the recognition of the shared emotional depth in each other’s eyes.My finger scoops moisture from her pussy. Her finger scoops moisture from mine. She caresses my clit and I caress her clit. She moans, and I moan too.Touching and caressing, we are more confident than last night. Staring at each other we know we are in deeper than last night.Emotionally it seems. This was prolly the first time I actually ever remember cumming, but it was only a very small amount.All of a sudden, I heard thunder and got scared. I put all the stuff away and went and looked outside. Some nasty looking storm clouds had moved into the area. I was freaked out, so I ran over to my Grandma’s house. Thankfully she was home.Looking back, I recall the pain mixed with pleasure so well. I wanted then to find out what the real thing felt like.I broke up with my second boyfriend.