When I saw her I stopped what I was doing but itwas to late. She asked me if I was still horny. I knew whatthat meant now and I told her I guessed I w...s. She placed her hand on the sheet where my cock wasmaking a tent out of the sheet. I was embarrased but I justlaid still and enjoyed the feeling. She stroked me verysoftly and slowly. I was afraid I'd cum into the sheet. Butshe seemed to know how to prevent that by varying thepressure and movements. She pulled the sheet back and askedme how. I asked her if she would like to go out to dinner one night with me and Frank so we could all get to know each other a little better. Of course she agreed and we started making plans for the following weekend. That night when I got home, I prepared Frank’s favorite dinner, and set the table in a nice elegant atmosphere. Candles, light music, wine… you get the picture. When Frank walked in from work, he asked me what the occasion was. I didn’t tell him, just asked if he wanted dessert before. ." she moaned, giving Heath the confidence to slip a second finger in. "Oh!!"Unsure if she'd ever really had an orgasm, Freia wondered if this was what it felt like, the overwhelming urge to please the person giving you pleasure. While fellating her brother, she'd felt like she may have climaxed, but already this was more pleasurable.Is it possible to climax at different levels? she wondered, before her conscious thoughts disappeared and she focussed wholly on the third finger that her brother. Matt can get confused (and confusing) like that.I thought I'd finally killed her when we had a chance at a new beginning. We'd spent two years working in different cities, and commuting to see each other each week. During that time, Kennedy had shown up periodically and been his perfect bitch, or made him her bitch. You probably don't want to know what the bitch did to him, or you've read his accounts of that. I just wanted to be the perfect slut for Matt, "the slut" is what Kennedy calls me, I.