Eric put me on my back on the bed again, and again placed his head between my thighs. He curled his right middle finger, sliding it deep inside my pu...sy, until he was massaging the soft moistness of my g-spot. He gently massaged each individual tiny bump there, until I was writhing and moaning. Then he replaced his finger with his tongue, slowly and gently licking each little g-spot bump individually. My moaning dissolved into my famous mewling kittenish purrs, the happy little purrs, of a. The feel of sliding those shinysexy black shoes on fired up my emotions. The damn question kept flashingbefore me. Was I doing the right thing? I wasn't sure I could stand it ifshe laughed at me or sneered at me. I sat down and contemplated her request.Why would she ask if she wasn't at least interested? In the end I said fuckit I was going to do it. I started to apply my makeup. As usual I startedwith the foundation. God it feels so sexy feeling the creamy liquid as itstarts to work its magic.. ‘Oh?’ she asked guardedly, ‘And how does Amanda view these other sides of you… has she spoken about it to you?’ He gave her a quick slightly sheepish look before looking down at the ground again. ‘I think that she likes it,’ he muttered huskily, ‘I try to make sure that she has a good time, at least she seems to enjoy…’ ‘I don’t think that I want to hear any more Peter!’ Miranda cut in hurriedly, as she guessed from the little that he’d said and his whole posture and her little conversations. "Well it happened like this, when I got home from school Kelly was in the kitchen finishing up the dishes. She asked me if I was hungry and told me to sit down while she fixed me a sandwich. I watched her as she moved back and forth in front of me getting things from the refrigerator. The cold air from the fridge caused her nipples to get hard and they were poking straight out under her shirt. When she had finished making my sandwich she turned around putting it down in front of me on the.