She held my hand and then stood up and put my hand to her shaven crouch. This was 1981 and a shaved pussy was rare then! It felt so bare and smooth an... her lips were swollen and wet. She gyrated her hips slowly as I ran my finger between her lips. Slipping one, then two fingers inside her I rubbed her clit with my thumb and she moaned. Pressing hard on her clit I moved my hand fast, the slapping and slurping sounds filling the air and then I felt her body shake as her pussy gripped and loosened. Slowly, oh so slowly, until I can feel the very head of your cock softly knocking on the door to my womb.” She lifted her head up, her tongue extended and licked at her lover’s cheek.“Every single time, I look down to where your body is joined to mine,” she said, putting action to her narration and looking down their bodies. “I can still see so much of your staff outside of me, even as the head taps on the end of my sheath. I wonder how you know to stop; how you’re going to manage to stop from. Gasping she started to close her thighs and move her hands to cover his, only to hear him growl against her neck, ‘Keep still, don’t move…..’ The pressure carried on building as he worked her, breasts, nipples, neck, clit and cunt. She just stood there, arms gripping his tee shirt behind her back, feet spread wide apart high up on the three inch heels of her shoes, vulnerable and open. Feelings pulled at her, pounding and hot, deep in her belly, low in her groin, her breasts tingled and her. Most of the boys I know would insist on it." They had all laughed at her comments, but, they had heard this same thing from most of the people they had interviewed. Things were quite different from the early days of "Masters and Johnson." The study had lasted for three months, and she had been in the lab 3 or 4 times each week. Almost every time she had had a different partner. Most times it had been okay, but once was very distasteful, and a couple had been VERY nice. Only that one time it.