The sportjacket and tie he wore, though of good quality, did not match each other or his trousers. His face was handsome but his hair, though neat in ...ront, stuck up in the back and his beard needed a trim. The top button of his shirt was fastened so tightly that she wondered how he could breathe, and it looked like his head was going to explode. When she looked into his eyes, even from a distance she could see that the lenses of his wire rim glasses were clouded with grime. The fourth finger. I continued chanting his name, encouraging him on, as he began an in-and-out action that was driving me wild. I wanted to writhe, the pleasure of something filling me too much, but his hands holding my hips did not let go, and instead I just fluttered uselessly against the restraint.When I couldn't hold out any longer, my hand, of its own accord, came to rest on the back of his head, encouraging him on, stroking through his beautiful blond hair. That must have been his cue, for he slid his. And now we can tap in to each other’s orgasms? This could be sweet. Sorry darling, but being a man, you still only get to have one orgasm at a time.” Donnie and Deirdre were holding hands during this little talk. I could see the glassy expression on both of there faces. I said, “What is it? Are you two still coming down?” Donnie nodded her lovely blonde head. “Dee Dee is still into post-coital passion. Sorry, but it feels so good just to join her. This still isn’t girl-on-girl sex Andrew, so. He knew just what she needed and spent much time giving to her, satisfying those needs.So, tonight, as she showered, her mind drifted to their last delicious encounter...PART ONE - The MassageShe'd had a hard day, so much shit going on at work lately. She was tense, tired and cranky.He sensed her mood immediately. "Get your gear off love and lie down. Looks like you need a good relaxing massage."She knew he could melt away all the stress that tensed her muscles, so with her back to him, she.