She realises, does she know I can feel it? could she realise perhaps what I really want, how far I could go? “Honey, honey stop, I feel like I’m ...oing to…” “Sshhh” I say, smiling and putting a finger on her lips “I know. I can feel it”“But…”“I want it”“You want it?”“I want it I promise, so much.”“You’re sure?”“So sure. Let it come, share it with me”She sighs and accepts, trusts me, indulges my fantasy, moans and moves her arse around on my finger.Finger out, tongue in. Can I? Can I?Finger in. She tells me that I am one of just a few people with whom over the years she has felt able to let go to this extent (I suspect that another one might be Annette at the stables), but that when on her own she quite often gives herself what she calls one of her “triple treats”. These being such noisy occasions, it’s as well she hasn’t got near neighbours. That morning Gemma’s lovemaking had been more like a gentle but powerfully erotic massage, focussing on pleasuring me, and knowing just where. ”“That reminds me, I still haven’t checked the tickets I bought myself on your birthday,” Wendy commented as Dan went to the aisle for his favourite sweet topping. She stood at the counter to check her numbers.Wendy glanced from her quick pick of five rows of numbers to the board. “I’d be happy winning ten dollars,” she said to no one. The first and second rows of numbers weren’t even close and began comparing the third row. She began to check her numbers 2, 4, and 7, “Hey, I got three so. Let’s say that I want to be sexually liberated like you and I hope some of you can rub off on me. I want to feel comfortable in my own body and to learn to enjoy sex. Let’s say that I can turn a few heads… oops... male or female! Now, I have you guessing I am not ready to tell you who I am so until next time. By the way, I do have a request and that is no jacking off for the rest of the week. At the end of that time, I want to see what it will look like when you cum and watch you shut your.