So for the first time since I was a teenager I had phone sex as weexchanged grunts and moans before finally each climaxing. "MMMMmmmsweetie I needed ...hat." A hint of pleasure still resonating in hervoice. "But when I get home you're going down on me just like youdescribed, I mean just the thought of what you were doing was driving mecrazy.....I've never seen you so enthusiastic about it."I suppose bits of Rea did hang around or I did learn something."Just how much I missed you baby," I. Double and Triple and maybe even one Quadruple penetration. If they’re is such a thing. And there is. I could smell everything. All the sweat,vagina and ass smell. As I repeatedly coated her closet and myself with my own jizz. I got hard 4 times that night. Three times in that fucking closet. And the one time when Mary let me fuck her to warm her up for the evening. Did I mention the only other girl who was going to share the duties of that evening, punked out! Her roommate April. So Ann-Marie. But despite knowing the reality, Ray couldn't entirely help being peacock-proud of himself. There was no real reason for it, he knew. Would a cyclist be proud that he could get up to sixty mph when he's heading straight down a steep hill?But, hey, Ray was a guy, after all. For whatever reason, he was a great lover now.Even if it was all downhill.After their blissful single vacation week, however, both of them acknowledged that if Ray Pinsky was going to be anything other than an ordinary guy. .. and again ... and made especially certain that everything was perfectly smooth.We came out of the bathroom fresh, steamy, and slick. I opened the champagne like my dad taught me. “Son, the cork should come out of the bottle like the sigh of a contented woman.” So, there was no explosion or cork flying across the room and precious drops of wine spilled on the floor.“Okay, before you get your champagne, you have to stand between the beds and face away from each other,” I directed.“What’s this.