I could tell she wanted more from the way her hips kept pushing her pussy against my hand so I slowly slid my middle finger up and down her slit. She ...orced her hips against my hand so forcefully that my finger slid into her and she let out a moan. Slowly at first I moved my finger in and out of her with my thumb still playing with her clit. I slowly started to pick up the pace and she started making quite moans every few seconds, her hips pushing onto my hand. After eventually she started to. My head started to spin - then the explosion happened, I squirted filling my mouth with my cum loud moans filled the room as, I hung on through my body shaking orgasm.When my legs fell back to the bed, spread open, one more shock hit me and a small squirt shot from my cunt. I laid there trying to get my breathing back to normal, my body covered in a thin layer of sweat. I thought, 'I love eating my own cunt. I like eating pussy, but my cunt is the best. Mom's cunt is a close second. But I love. This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don’t go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD’s, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex. This is part of an ongoing series. Please check out earlier part(s) for background and character history. —– ————- Sally Cox sat anxiously in the big leather chair in Dr. Martin’s office. The beautiful redheaded woman. Except, of course, for Yvette. Yes, keep up. I've already mentioned Yvette. Who was definitely a female of our species.But a valid romantic relationship?Well, no. Not really.We'd met over the Christmas holidays, Yvette and I, as a result of my choosing to pull on my best hair shirt by not going back to England for the festive season. Our paths had crossed because at the time she was waitressing in a café on the river, a café where I ended up after a heavy, moribund drinking.