It was a pleasant Saturday morning, and I was sitting in my small but comfortable kitchen nook with a book and a cup of coffee when I heard a knock at...the door. I opened the door on two men, one in his early twenties and the other about ten years older, both of them clad in white button-down shirts and ties. My first thought was to groan inwardly, thinking Mormons; my second thought was that they were very good looking, especially the younger one—red hair and pale, freckled skin, with high. ? Hope it wasn't her favorite. ????? "Oh God, I am so sorry ma'am... mygirlfriend has this fantasy she likes to act out sometimes.? We didn't think anyone would comealong."? He sounded so sincere withhis big knife in his hand.? She waswrithing underneath him, squealing like a pig. ????? "But she was screaming...."? I said with as much uncertainty as I couldmuster. ????? "Oh well that's part of it.? We have a safe word that we use if it gets tobe too much for her.? She just likes itrough and. She wants to be touched to be held and to be loved more than she can say but at the same time she wants to postpone the inevitable joining so as to make it last all that longer. To terminate such a glorious feeling too soon would be a sin. Perceiving her arousal his breath quickens, he wants to move his hands quicker but his heart won’t let him. It slows his movement to draw out the pleasure he is both getting and giving from this intimate touch. He never wants it to end and yet he craves. ” “Ok, not a problem.” “Max, where have you been, man?” Richie asked.“I was in Peru all last summer. I missed it here, though” As they talked, Richie put his arm over Angel’s shoulder affectionately. His fingers dangled dangerously over her left nipple. I was surprised when Angel responded by reaching over and casually taking his cock in her hand and gently squeezing it. They talked cordially, oblivious to the fact that we were all naked and she was basically giving him a hand-job in front of.