‘my turn’ said andy excitedly, l put my hand on his huge cock and told him my pussy needed it, no way was that going up my little asshole even t...ough l was sure it was gaping after John!!, ‘fair enough, come on’ he said and he led me to the front room. L just let him take me, naked and with John’s spunk dribbling out of my asshole and my pussy juices dribbling right down my legs, he laid me down on the settee and fingering my tense expectant wet pussy, he laid on top of me and put his. ’ ‘Not yet.’ He said in that strange slow and soft voice, a voice that actually worried me. ‘After I get what I want, I will, I promise.’ Starting to gain control over my breath, the ebbs slowed down into a mere crawl leaving me wanting more of the same, I asked: ‘Do you want to take me, or is it just because I want it?’ ‘Sit on your legs.’ He whispered, and I did not knowing what he had planned. He dropped to his own knees beside me, of course I watched him completely interested in knowing. Apparently, it was quite an orgasmic feeling, from the not quite human sounds she was making as she ground herself against Olivia’s face, her hand tangled in her hair, holding on for dear life as she shuddered and shook her way through unimaginable bliss. “I’m curious, Frank. If I just left you two alone out here, you and Olive-“ “Olivia. Her name’s Olivia.” Ivy shrugged, obviously nonplussed by my correction. “Olive, Olivia, makes no difference. She’s as bad as a nymph. She’d let you fuck. It’ll be published one day, she’d said with calm assurance. One day. His skin seemed to glow in the light of the table lamp, and by now, it seemed almost wrong not to kiss him. She leaned forward and took her courage in both hands. As she moved towards his face, she kept waiting for him to pull away, to recoil in horror at her advances, but he didn’t. Those calm brown eyes drew her forward, and his easy smile reassured her that everything would be okay. If only it were that simple. Their first.