I stood her up, pressed her against me, and then I reached behind her and untied the string around her back. When I started to untie the string around...her neck she said, “Let me.” Then she raised her top up over her head. I smiled when she rubbed her breasts into me. I held her close and reached for her shorts. I though that I could get them off from her but I was mistaken. She said, “If you undress for me I’ll show how these come off.” Needless to say I undressed like I always do. My shoes. She’s already wet. Danielle has to break the kiss as you push two fingers into her waiting cunt. She closes her eyes and moans in pleasure as you finger her. Danielle is still holding your cock through your boxers, but she’s not moving her hand. She’s lost in her own pleasure. You pull your fingers out of her vagina. “Don’t stop,” she orders as she looks into your eyes. She wants you to keep fingering, but you have other plans. You move down until your head is just inches from her pussy. She. Except for a couple of nuns and my crazy Aunt Jane, I've never met a woman who never used at least one of these. And I'm not so sure what the nuns did before they took their vows, either."Kim plopped down across from Connie again. She was wearing dark blue silk kimono-style ajamas under a loose dressing gown. She was still blushing.Connie reached over and patted Kim's forearm. "It's OK! Relax!" She went back to studying the goods in the catalog. "I've heard about these," she said, tapping one. We had been so carefree after our healing and we got along so famously. Alfred was immensely happy to discover that I had a mad streak in my personality as well. We indulged in long silences when we would be sitting in the cave, reading whatever book appealed to us, often sharing especially well-phrased sentences or deep thoughts. We exchanged our views on a multitude of topics, finding ourselves in close sync on a lot of them, even though I found out and accepted early enough that there was no.