‘ and I started understanding that maybe it wasn’t love and maybe he was getting what he wanted, even if I wasn’t.I wasn’t easy after that, bu... I was used by several more guys, each time thinking that a little attention, and maybe THIS one was different.All this was after Dad died. Cancer. Too young. I loved my mom and dad. Dad dying tore me up. I guess it tore Mom up too, but she reacted by marrying a guy less than a year after Dad was gone. I didn’t like the guy and it became apparent that. Honestly, I don’t know if I could. It’s going to be hard enough to share Stan at all, let alone actually be there taking part. I think I’m going to have to take things slowly, Denise. Stan, if you’re thinking of frolics in a threesome, don’t get your hopes too high!’ Anne took a deep breath. ‘Okay, practicalities. How do we do this?’ Stan answered first. ‘We each have separate houses and I’m guessing we’ll be wanting to keep it that way.’ There were nods from the others. ‘So, who visits who?’. You of course, writhe and moan out as you cry for more. But not yet.My right hand is fully on your warm cunt now and sliding slowly downwards, I feel my middle finger sink slightly into your soft entrance. My thumb gently circles your clit. I slowly move it inside you and let it touch your sensitive “G” spot.Again, your hips attempt to get the entire finger inserted so you can fuck it. Your pussy is wet, hot and in need.I deny you by pressing my finger up into the velvety roof of your cunt,. She had a dreamy look in her eyes with a hint of lust, I took a look down and back up her body and when our eyes met again we mashed our lips together with a long and deep passionate kiss and held each other tightly.When the kiss broke we unwrapped our arms from around one another and I held her face in my hands,"I know what you were going to say and I know what you are thinking", I said.I knew she was afraid, so was I. We were afraid of how we felt about each other now and that sex at this.