All I’ve ever done is kiss. And not even kissed enough for any real practice. It’s not that I’m asexual. I really like erotic literature, and I�...�ve even had thoughts of writing some of my own. But how can one write about something one has never done? All I really have to go on is my imagination and what I’ve seen in pornography. My intellect tells me that neither of those have much basis in reality. And so I’ve sat here for many long moments wondering what the experience of sex is really like. . ?" "How did I know you were here? How did I know you owed him an apology? How do I know anything at all?" she stepped closer to me as she spoke. As I saw her face clearer a dim glimmer of recognition pierced my brain. I stood and looked at her for a few moments more before it dawned on me."You're the woman ... from the ... patio." I said."Yes. But I'm much more than that."My mind went back many months ago to my first sexual encounter in the "smoking lounge" when I found my self face to face. He laps her groove up and down and teases her clit with his tongue. Meanwhile, I go to town on her boobies. I fondle each breast in turn, cupping, shaping, caressing them with my hands. My lips nourish each nipple, I tug gently on each and savor the sweet sweat that forms on her skin. My tongue relishes the feel and texture of her breasts and nips. She is so hot! And getting hotter by the minute. She is breathing hard and her hips are doing a dance on the bed with Les's mouth and lips and. She loves it.”“I do,” Gardenia groaned, her cunt clenching down hard on my dick. “Oh, wow, a real cock feels so different from a dildo. This is incredible. Oh, Becky, yes! Yes! Keep fucking me! Keep plowing that girl-dick into my depths.”I rammed deep into her, my eyes rolling back in my head. My tits heaved as the pleasure built inside of me. The stimulation of her cunt met the delight of my bowels gripping down on the anal beads. I whimpered, pussy juices running down my thighs.Then she.