.. it's better."Giggle. She put her lips to my forehead. "Yes it is. I can tell. And I LIKE the way I feel afterwards when I'm still glowing and I fee... big glops of US dripping out. You sure that doesn't gross you out?" Nope. I get more of my Dana. I don't have to abuse the little pink flower with a rough ol' towel, we don't get a wet spot..." And you make me come my brains out," she said. "And talkin' about it makes me..." Wiggle. "You, too."Newlyweds. I've heard about being newlyweds. I find. If they turned up and I didn’t, that would be like a smack in the face for them. So slinging my sarong around my neck, I walked naked down the stairs, thinking that Peter was right that too much sex can be worse than not having enough. I opened the door to the gym and was not surprised to see Leslie and Carol already on the machines, tits bouncing away in that lovely fashion. “Where’s Connie?” I asked, and then jumped as I was goosed from behind. “Here you hunk of a man. When’s it my turn?”. Maybe we'll try again tomorrow..." Oh, do we have to wait?" Still smiling, she made her voice woeful. She didn't make the slightest effort to let him up. "I was doing so well, and now it's all ruined! Can't we do another bucket, so I can show everybody?"Despite his growing hard-on Dave had to grin. "I don't think Bess'd take too kindly to that. We've just about tapped the girl out for today! But tomorrow we can have another go, okay? Now, we'd better get to cleaning up the mess I just. I studied myself, feeling brazen and sluttish as my nudity was so fucking obvious, I even undid a vital button at my crotch, noting I was exposing my vagina whenever I turned and moved. My heart pounded as I resisted the temptation to redo it, I wanted him to see it was undone, and in doing so, would fit into another one of his theories, namely that, 'All women are fucking sluts', I smiled again, God he certainly has touched a raw nerve and got me down-pat, my breathing had quickened again,.