"What do you mean ... in bed?" she asked."I mean Andy always makes sure I enjoy it as much as he does," Regan informed her. "That's one of the benefit... of waiting, I guess. He's considerate of my needs."It took Tori a second to understand but she lifted her eyebrows when realization dawned on her."That must be really nice," she said sadly."It is," Regan said. "He's always been that way. The night we met, we made out and he ... got me off with his fingers. It was amazing. I know you heard about. Certainly his 7 inches were enjoying this tenderness.She moved her hand and took hold of his pole. With her index finger she rubbed his sweet spot and smeared the weeping viscous lube all over his exposed glans. Seeing his purple pal nice and smooth and shiny with his minor discharges she started to lightly stroke him up and down a few times, Harry’s moans of delight filled her ears. Up and down she played with him, teasing more clear lube from him. And then she looked him in the eye and dipped. The same reason I was going to get in the shower with you." The breakfast and coffee were good and I really like having you in the shower with me but I don't think it would be very conducive to my getting out and to work on time." Maybe not but we'd have fun. You're going to be at least a half hour early, Kay, even if you hit every red light between here and there. I'm trying to calm you down a little because you're wound up." That's not all you're trying to do and I promise you a good time. It was like having my face pressed into a huge feather pillow, where the puffiness of the pillow billowed around me, providing a wonderfully soft landing place... but cutting off all air.I struggled and huffed and puffed until I felt myself growing faint. Suddenly she seemed to realize what was happening. Her hands relaxed and she turned my face upward. I gulped in fresh air gratefully.She said, "Sorry, sugar, guess mama just got "carrot" away. Come on, now, poke me with yore broom.