Nothing I have experience. He forced me to open my mouth and once I felt his tongue, I felt my nipple erect so hard that it hurts and my clit was in p...in. I have never felt so wet from a kiss. We kept on kissing till he let go of my hands and cup my face. I held onto the blanket because the sensations were so overwhelming. Then the kiss broke and he removed the blanket off of me. I can see the bulge in his pants increase every second. He picked me up and set me on the other side of the bed. He. “The we in this only includes me and Heather, it does not include you, Barry. You will sit and watch. You invited me and you both said you wanted this. If either of you has a problem, I will leave. It will be finished, with no hard feelings, and no chance of it happening with me again. You two make up your mind right now,” I said.Barry looked at Heather in a way a young child may look at their parent for guidance. It was clear to me that Barry was a loud talker, a nice guy, but a talker.. But that’s a bit disingenuous, isn’t it? When she told you she was ovulating and it was time to turn the lights off and have a go, she did seem to stiffen at your touch.She wasn’t the foreplay type, not very sexual, just wanted to get pregnant. That suited you though, the foreplay thing always seemed like a bit of a waste of time. It’s a waste anyway, isn’t it? With too much foreplay men would just ejaculate far too soon wouldn’t they? Plenty of times in the early days you would shoot your sad. That would make things easier if opportunities presented themselves. The first opportunity came the next weekend. Ken and I had invited Pete and Susie over for a barbecue. Ken was handling the grill and Susie was sitting at the picnic table next to him and talking with him.I was in the kitchen making a tossed salad when Pete came into the kitchen, took my arm and pulled me over to the kitchen sink. There was a window over the sink and as I looked out at Ken turning the steaks on the grill Pete.