John looked at Angie, sleeping peacefully in his arms, and wondered. Angie opened her eyes, saw his face, and asked, ‘What is that look for?’ ”Y...u’re Still Here.” ‘So are you,’ she whispered sweetly. ‘Yes, but I meant the song–it’s still playing.’ Angie listened a moment, then said, ‘Yes, it sure is. It’s very appropriate, y’know? The last two mornings, I was afraid I’d wake up and find you had already left.’ John chuckled. ‘Why is that funny?’ Angie inquired. ‘I was just remembering how, right. — “Wow, I had no idea you were that open minded and would be willing to try out something like that.” I said with a big smile on my face.— “Yeah, I didn’t think so either but it happened. Maybe it was the wine then too.” she said laughing. “And I still can’t believe I told you this, oh my god. I’m kinda embarrassed now.” she said while covering her eyes.— “Nah, don’t be. I absolutely loved your story and I think you’re an amazing woman for experimenting like that.”— “Thanks!” she said smiling.. She threw her hair back in private ecstasy, running her fingers around her anus. She sinuously ground against her hand. Bringing her hands around under her hips she gracefully flowed prone to the towel. She began to slowly grind. Her spread thighs revealed her fingers stroking wantonly at her sex. She thrust against her hands. Her buttocks clenched. She gasped in orgasm. Relaxing she laid still on the towel.“Leah,” I said.She turned her head, opening heavily lidded eyes.“Yes?” she answered. It was poking out straight at me and its single eye seemed to wink at me, urging me to touch it. I slid my fingers over his hip and easily made contact with the head which I gently stroked. Brett let out a gasp of pleasure as he rolled onto his back and spread his legs. I ran my hand down the inside of his smooth thigh as far as his knee then back up to glide lightly over his ball sack. This made his dick pulse strongly and I continued running my finger tips up the underside of his rock hard.