‘Wat ben je nat,’ kreunde ze. ‘Speciaal voor mij?’ Ik knikte alleen, want ik was bang dat mijn stem zou breken als ik iets zou zeggen. Mijn mo...d werd droog, in een mengeling van spanning, maar ook opwinding, en ik voelde dat dat laatste zou winnen. En na een paar keer slikken kon ik haar pas aanmoedigen: ‘Doe maar…’ Haar gladde vingers vonden mijn plekje, en langzaam masseerde ze dat. Ik voelde hoe scheuten van genot door mijn onderlijf gleden. Ze trokken door tot tussen mijn schouders, de. I’ve been with my girlfriend Tara for almost 3 years now, and the spark has never gone from our relationship. We both have a pretty high sex drive and we’re always up for trying new things, so getting into the swinging scene seemed like a natural progression for us. Don’t get me wrong – Tara fulfils all my needs and completely satisfies. We’re not swingers because our sex life together is lacking; in fact, it’s quite the opposite. We’re so into each other and secure with ourselves that we want. You take my gag off and smack my pussy with your hand. “Who does this pussy belong to?” (smack)“You sir” (smack) “Then why is someone else touching it?” (smack) “Sir, you left me and you also have been so busy and haven’t had a lot of time for me. I was horny, I needed the relief.” (smack) “Are you that much of a slut and can’t do without it that you have to seek others?” (smack) “Yes sir” (smack). “From this point forward, you will start asking me to see others. If I am gone, I will. Well she was also there. I crazy after her but the things never went ahead. Neemo was looking incredibly sexy. Well I was just looking at her. Her lovely hair and her blue dress, she was looking absolutely gorgeous. Her eyes her face everything in the body was looking lovely. When the dinner started, she went towards the dining table as everyone did the same. I thought this the final yr of my university so If I don’t do anything now, then when will I make my move. So courageously, I went close.