He started getting the hang of using the two dials on the remote to vary the stroke and speed of the dildo, and he was downright gleeful, watching clo...ely as my sleek ass danced and writhed before him.Satisfied with the rhythm of the black stick, he reached out and took my erect clit between his finger and thumb, and gave it a sharp squeezed. Then, he rolled my clit tightly between his thumb and forefinger in time with the dildo pumping into my ass. I thrashed about in protest, to no avail. . There have been a few trips elsewhere – Napa, Cabo San Lucas, the Bahamas.’ ‘I can see how that can be appealing,’ I said, surprised that a woman who lived rather frugally, if not gypsyish in a loft that felt more like a Pier One version of a Moroccan sultan’s tent than the guts of late 1920’s warehouse, would compromise her values. ‘We’re great friends and he treats and respects me better as a person, a woman, than any man ever has,’ she said. ‘He is my better. Well, at least my almost. "Where've you been all my life?"I almost said, married to Carol but stopped myself. I didn't want to spoil the mood. I allowed myself a kind of giggly sigh— what's that called— a gigh maybe? or a siggle? 'Siggle' sounds better to me. I've heard people make that noise plenty of times and I don't know a word for it. I kept going, working harder using my cock and fingers and working my pelvis to make my cock hit different spots inside her. I could feel her rising into an orgasm and when it came it. He smiled and gave me a deep kiss. He was such a good kisser. He kissed me for about 5 minutes. I didn’t even know that he had removed all my shirt buttons.He made me sit and removed my shirt. My dick was so hard inside my shorts. He pinched my nipples and started kissing again. Then he made me lie down while he was kissing me continuously.He grabbed my shorts and underwear together and removed it in a stretch. I was feeling so shy and covering my dick with both hands. He threw my shorts and.