As we woke up the next morning, we told her to keep her eyes closed. "We have a surprise," Sara said."No peeking!" Lee continued. She smiled like a bi...thday kid as we slipped the velvety blindfold over her eyes.She sat up and turned left and right, trying out her new sense of the world, feeling our presence on the bed beside her. "Okay, I'm ready, what is it?"We closed in on her, Lee wrapping his arms around her from behind and kissing her neck, Sara cupping her cheeks in her hands and planting. This time though, as he kissed, licked, and sucked on my bump, he put his finger in as far as he could and moved it in and out. It hurt at first, but then started feeling really good. I could hardly breathe right. And then, this great feeling came rushing over me and I had this explosion happen. Then, as I calmed down, I asked him what had happened? He told me that I just had an orgasm. He said that they would only get better and better as time went on. Boy! I can't wait for that!He kept. Her spelling had become atrocious!"Hey, Hillary!" he asked. "What's up with your assignment? That's not how you spell clitoris!"The blonde shrugged."I ain't so good at spellin' and stuff," she confessed. "I'm just a stupid cunt."Kyle remembered his outburst while fucking Christine. It must have happened before he dropped the wishbone. He chuckled."That's right, you are," he agreed. "Dumb as a brick. No wonder you're failing."Hillary sighed and nodded and kept writing on the board, the words. As with the rest of the house, the theme is tastefully plain, with Italian marble floors accented with colourful artwork and sculptures. Leading from the master bedroom, is a lobby flanked on either side with mirrored wardrobe doors, but one’s eye is inevitably drawn to the baroque chaise-lounge resplendent in red, black and gold that sits enticingly at the far end, subtly accented with an art-deco painting of a brunette lady, in matching attire, obviously very close to orgasm. To the right, is.