Pushing your hand further inside my jeans and panties, your middle finger slowly makes its way between my smooth folds and into my warm wet pussy. You...tease me for a few seconds then pull your finger out of me. I moan quietly in frustration, but quickly change my tune when you pull at my jeans, working them down my legs to my ankles. I kick them off the rest of the way and lift one leg, resting my foot on the back of the couch. You climb off me, kneeling at the edge of the couch and smile at me. The Prince was nowhere to be found. Poor Sadsorrowe so strickened by grief that her raven coloured hair turned white as snow. Sadsorrowe then returned to her tiny wooden hut, her secluded home which she had built with the Prince had too much memories in it. Sadsorrowe became hostile and threw stones at the village folk that came to visit her. Months passed, news of marriage between the Prince of Euthanasia and the Princess of a neighbouring kingdom trumpeted throughout Euthanasia. Soon the news. Jean pressed me back, dropping heavily down on me as she stretched her legs back, gasping and sighing loudly, as I held her ass, and she let her head drop down over my shoulder, still gasping, and I was, too. As we recovered, we became aware of the sounds of Mary’s and Rick’s exertion, the slap of their hips coming together and then Mary’s aroused ‘fuck, fuck, fuck ….’ Then Rick gasped and moaned, and Mary was whimpering as their hips continued to slap together, losing control of her noises,. She got into the bed and kissed me tenderly. “Be gentle, Dean, please. I’ve never been with anybody before.” “I’ve never been with anybody before either, Sherry. I want our first time to be very special.” “I know, Dean, and I love you for that. Let’s make some memories, babe.” I reached out and caressed her face and whispered, “I love you Sherry, always and forever.” I ran my hand down her side and found she was nude. “I didn’t want clothes to get in the way,” She said. I cupped her small.