Your breathing is becoming ragged again, counterpoint to the rhythm of my thrusting cock, steady still, not rushing, enjoying the heat of you...My han...s at your breasts, cupping, squeezing, your nipples hard, swollen from the attention...You, bent forward, gripping the railing, knuckles white, pushing hard back against me, meeting my thrusts, a guttural moan each time I fill you, almost sighing with each withdrawal.I can feel your second orgasm building, your legs trembling, the muscles of your. "What?" I hoarsely whispered. "You haven't done that?"She shook her head, tossing golden curls that fell back into place as if by magic."Nope, not once." She sniffed. "And they make fun of me, Gloria and Jeannie and the others." They put out, I mean, have sex with guys?"She smiled briefly, grabbed my arm and pulled us together, looked up at me and whispered, "I can't tell you, but, yes, they do, and I want to." Why? I mean what's the big deal?" Since I had never had sex with anybody and had not. But, one day, the unavoidable happened. They went on vacation for a month at Europe and we went to their home to do all these stuff people do when their neighbours are out. And then, it was there... the armchair! The armchair of our dreams, right here in our front. And nobody would stop us to have her!“I always ask myself why I didn’ty bought this damn chair!”“Oh, come on, Arthur! You know that was better with then than with us...”Suddenly, desire struck us good...“Looking at this armchair lets. Feeling as good as she did right now, Ursa was happy to see her lover of the previous evening. He'd been the best one she'd had so far, and those memories, along with the languid feeling of lying here now under this alien sun, left her about as happy as Ursa was able to be.She hoped he didn't have harsh words for her about what she'd done. Some of her lovers hadn't been able to even offer a polite "Hello" before rejecting her outright.Even if Terrell wanted to leave now, she hoped he might at.