"So?" There was a world of emotion in that word and my quirked eyebrow."I imagine it will take longer than one day and one date to figure it out," he ...old me, grabbing my foot and digging into the heel."That feels good," I groaned as his competent fingers went to work. He just chuckled. "If you're not careful," I told him when he switched to my other foot, "I may pass out on your couch." His hands were soothing on my skin and I felt myself relaxing into his touch."As comfortable as it is," he. Sushi and I walked our bikes back to Café Lala. It was small. There were four tables. Our group had filled three of them. We all ordered the abalone dinner. Our server said the abalone was farm raised on Felandia. I smiled at James. The abalone was obviously one more of the Savage Enterprises.The abalone was very good. There were two six-inch steaks per serving. They were served with cottage fries and a fine tossed salad.I was glad that we only had five miles to ride back to the Sea Ranch. The stories vary in the sexual orientation of the characters. All sexual acts are by mutually consenting adults. The genres of the stories also vary. ***** As this story opens, I was 20 years old and a sophomore in college. My girlfriend, Sylvia, was 18 and a senior in high school. Sylvia's mother, Mrs. McDonald, was 37 years old. Sylvia and I began dating while we were both still in high school and Mrs. McDonald made us promise that we would not have sex until we were old enough to get. Read my last story Helping my girlfriend get some release for some background and a description of my girlfriend Claire. Anyway, this was about two years ago, after we had been dating for about two years already. Even from the beginning of our fooling around, I most enjoyed playing with and exploring her gorgeous body, and I always came the hardest after a few hours of getting her pussy nice and slippery and swollen with my fingers.Being very open with each other about what we wanted sexually.