My soft licks and kisses had him heaving his hips, presenting his balls. Balls which were also not large, but very loose and edible. I am always tende... with balls; I love mine, I knew he loved his. Later I would learn to take his whole sac in my mouth – what a sensation! But this early morning licking and mouthing were what he wanted. By the time I finished loving him that way, Bobby balls were wet with spit, the scent of sex even stronger, and I could feel the passion building in him. So. ‘Oh God,’ Meg groaned, as his fingers found her tight, desperate, wet pussy and slowly sunk deep within her. ‘You utter bastard.’‘You’re welcome,’ he grinned, as he slightly bent his fingers, in order to manipulate Meg’s G-spot. ‘Keep your fingers moving for me,’ he directed.‘Oh, God, I think I’m going to come,’ groaned Meg, her fingers automatically speeding up and losing rhythm.‘You are,’ agreed Jack. ‘Once you have, I need you to keep your fingers moving, OK.’‘Yes,’ croaked Meg, before. I certainly did and, as I said, you are a very special girl." Thanks. Um, the discussion with Bea came sooner rather than later and I'm now in a stew."She told him everything. "Oh, Chris, I don't know what to do. Help, please!" Whee! Golly, Jenny, I haven't got any instant answers but what Bea said was pretty unequivocal." Yes but, Chris, we have something too, don't we?" Yes we have but it's a bit early for love, that kind of love, isn't it?" I suppose but the way I feel at the moment...". I opened one wine cooler, and poured it into both glasses, putting a second bottle in my jacket pocket, and returning to the backyard.I could see the whiteness of her teeth in the darkness when she saw the wine glasses. I could feel the reaction on my own face (and in another place) when I saw that. "That is a smile I would do anything for" I told myself as I sat down, this time on the patio loveseat next to her chair."What shall we drink to?" I asked."Hmmmm, how about new friends?" Agreed" I.