“Are you ready?”She started, and looked at him. Did he know what she was thinking? She shook her head, trying to regain her sense of balance. He j...mped to his feet, and his strong hand gripped her elbow. “Are you alright, Ma’am?”She looked up into his eyes, feeling an almost electric shock when his hand touched her skin. God, she thought, they were so blue. She searched his eyes, looking for something deep inside him. She found it..Taking a deep breath, “No, Tawfeeq, but I will be.” She stepped. I spilled the beans that I was comfortable spilling, even about some of my bi play desires, and alluded to the misfires that I experienced with my former muse on the subject. He didn’t say much. He seemed lost in the fog of the morning and in the dark brew before him. “Well, I have to say, it made me cum big time last night, and I so fucking needed that. I lived like a saint on that last project. I just had no time for play.”I wanted to say more than “Happy to oblige.” I wanted to tell him how. Again your body spasms and your hips arch upwards, thrusting at the air. “Don’t stop.” I can feel the wetness flowing from your body. My fingers search for the opening and slowly, gently, enter your body. Your hips arch upwards, and my finger plunges deeply into you. Your breath escapes in a hiss. Your back arches again. Your hips press against my fingers and you don’t move. Pushing, pushing against my fingers, wanting them deeper. Slowly I withdraw my fingers but your hips. . she didn’t quite make it into the bathroom in time,” I said. “At least the way to it was outside, and not on a carpeted hallway.”“No the first time you’ve seen something like that,” Megan said. “Probably won’t be the last, either. Bedtime, people?”We headed off to bed; made love before drifting off to sleep.The next evening we had a call from Fifa, saying that Bob Hudson at Double J wanted to know if Megan and I could appear on his show next Tuesday evening; and sing a few songs live. He.