My finger now completely out, I slowly begin to insert it again, again licking as I go. In and out my finger goes, like a miniature penis inside you. ...lowly it starts, and then the pace slowly quickens. The licking then abruptly stops and the finger is pulled out. Truly teasing you, I hover my finger above your clit for a few seconds, watching the expression on your face. Oh don’t stop please ... Forcefully but slowly, I bring my finger down on your clit and being pushing and rubbing. Leaning. I donot remember who won the argument but I remember going home from Jane'shouse wearing make-up and a dress on more than one occasion much to mymother's amusement. I would not admit remembering this to anyone,especially Jane.Despite these memories or perhaps because of them I never dared ?dump?Jane and she was the love of my life. For some reason Jane also sawsomething in me so we moved in together on leaving home. We knew eachother so well it was almost like we were brother and sister.Jane. Her slit started to ooze as my fingers at first ran through it then slowly entered right up to the third knuckle. I wanked with one hand and finger fucked her with the other while Maureen kissed and worked on her now completely naked breasts. The mother’s head rested on Maureen’s shoulder as she moaned asking if anyone could walk in or perhaps hear her.“I think we should take you out to the main dining room and show you off to the people in there don’t you?” Maureen said.“Please, please, don’t. I'm so glad that him sounded like a nice person and patient also and indeed it is I can tell now :-) but what made me rode my bicycle those 6 miles to meet him were those words,(actually 12 miles because I had to go back home) he sounded so sexual, so experience, such a good lover, so masculine, and attractive mmmmm mmmmm yeahh, had a little trouble finding his house, so when we finally met, I arrived to his two stories house, left my bike parked under stairs, started walking up when he came.