And, I know that I love you. But with Rhonda, I don’t know.” He shuffled his feet a bit, and continued, “I’m not complaining or anything. It w...s fun. But with you it’s not just fun, it is beautiful.”I felt my heart race a bit as Stephen spoke. “Stephen, that might be the nicest compliment I have ever received from anyone. Thank you. And yes, what you and I have is beautiful. And special. And don’t you ever forget that.”I walked over and hugged him, and I felt his penis throb upward as I did. “I. As soon then as we were both awake, it was but in course to bring our ly-a-bed chat to land on the subject of my uneasiness: to which a recital of the love scene I had thus, by chance, been spectatress of, serv'd for a preface.Phoebe could not hear it to the end without more than one interruption by peals of laughter, and my ingenuous way of relating matters did not a little heighten the joke to her.But, on her sounding me how the sight had affected me, without mincing or hiding the pleasurable. I like sharing her, but I don’t like being embarrassed. But I’m the forgiving type, and all was shortly forgotten. Later that day, we were fucking each other and talking dirty. As usual, the talk turned to my wife being tag teamed. I’m not sure why, but all of a sudden my embarrassment turned into me being hugely turned on by catching her rubbing a random dude’s dick through his pants. When I mentioned this, my wife apologized again, but I wasn’t in the mood for apologies: I was fucking horny!. Such is the petite scale of my little friend that I have high hopes of how far I might be able to reach, but for now I’m more than happy to tease around her opening, with long smooth strokes first round to the right, and then to the left, and then darting back and forth across from one side to the other. I hear little whimpers from above me, accompanied by rhythmic thumps as she drums her elbows into the mattress as she seeks to pull herself up the bed away from me. She has some strength in her.