My own hands trembled.“I would be so honored if you chose to make love with us,” she said softly. “You already know that Michael is a good, kind...lover. Please let me be one, too.”“I’m a little scared, Claire.”“Of what? Of finding out something in yourself that you didn’t know you knew? Maybe you just learned that making love means giving love to someone, and taking love from someone, and the gender of the partner doesn’t really matter. Maybe you knew that all along. Or at least, your heart is. She would suck and lick both of them until we flooded her mouth with cum. We also had solo sex. Masturbation was a pleasure for each of us. When Carol was masturbating with her dildo and vibrator, if I was around I would talk dirty to her. "How many cocks do you want?" "Do you want them to come all over you?" "Are you a great cocksucker?" She'd flush and come loudly. I would watch her and John fuck and would fall more deeply in love with her. I loved her fucking, sucking cock and her being. "Interesting trick with the accent. How long did it take you to learn that?" I asked as Ambrose eyed him warily.He smiled and shrugged. "A long time. I am not quite the actor you are, apparently. Herr Lars tells me you are much more than you seem and you almost speak like a native of Chelsea after only a year," he noted slyly, making me glare at him. He hastily held up his hands, the clever look disappearing. "Apologies, Miss Spencer-Killdare. I have a tendency to poke at things better left. She sat on her lap and started crying.Her few premarital affairs were revealed ( to be decent it was her past love).She was like lying like a child on his chest and his hand was around her shoulder.After Avir’s divorce conversation ( it was too short and precise).There was a silence in the room for few minutes with their eyes staring at each other.There was a sex hormonal urge inside them.Both of their lips were nearing and finally, her eyes were closed and a finally a kiss.A gentle one.Then.