..oh my god...then her tongue on my clit...gently flicking over it..her fingers sliding inside me....her husband kissing and sucking my nipples.....mo...ing up to kiss my face, my lips, i started to forget where i was...Amy moved round so her pussy was above my face while she continued to lick mine...starting to finger me harder and harder...her husband started to stroke his cock...i looked up at her tight wet pussy, moving my fingers over it in fascination...i slide my finger inside. It was a first date, but a first date like no other she’d ever had. Scratch that she thought it wasn’t like any date she had ever had before or would ever have in the future. It had started seven weeks ago when she started receiving a flower every day from a secret admirer. A pink rose, a new one each morning, left in a different spot for her. Each one was fragrant, beautiful and fully open when she found it. Because it was already open it barely lasted the day, but that was all right because. What do you do?’ ‘I’m a writer. Mostly work freelance, writing articles for web-based news or interest sites. Some travel, some local interest, some news. I’m kinda all over the map, really.’ ‘Sounds interesting. You enjoy it?’ ‘Yeah, actually, I do. The income could stand to be a little more consistent or better, but I’m doing well enough. And, luckily, I can do most of my work from here.’ ‘Nice.’ A clopping sound coming up the driveway interrupted their conversation. Van was a little. I talked with my buddies to find out if they were also have similar changes. One friend in particular Terry, a year older than me told me he had also had the same thing, and his older brother taught him how to enjoy himself by jacking off. I had never heard about jacking off so I asked him to explain it to me. He said he would come over to my house on the weekend for a sleepover and he'd tell me all about it.I was anxious for the week to end. Finally Friday had arrived and Terry showed up about.