As the pee hits her clit she moans just a little bit and tells me this is the best part of waking up. Then we take quick showers, helping each other ...y washing each others back.After we dry off, Steph puts on a shirt and follows me out to our little kitchenette where we pour our coffee and fix some breakfast, usually just cereal and fruit. We figure out what needs to be done for the day and head back into the bedroom.Steph tells me she's horny this morning and wants to watch me masturbate. To hold in his hand. To feel in his pants as he walked around. To fuck with. To watch a woman lose herself on."When I fuck, I can't really move my hips very much because I fall out," Doug blurted out. "I usually can't let the woman bounce on it because they move too much. It slides out."James stood there with his cock in his hand. On one level he felt bad for the pathetic man before him. But on another, he was disgusted and angered by him. He wanted to make a face and push him away, or maybe. I really came to life doing Fern as she did me. I was spelunking Fern’s amazing deep nymph vagina with all I owned. And meanwhile those humans caught up completely in the vicarious nature were enjoying full color imaging of dairy land past with the great hallucinations provided by nymph goddess magic televising.[I didn’t care if the humans could handle the anal part or not - FUCK THEM]For me this was so engaging I was going to have my orgasm in short order so I held on to Fern with all my. Connie would be able to take me - her pussy was positively gushing. She curled her back and opened her legs wider as my knuckles fell gently into her sopping entrance. Watching her face was everything to me. I had seen pussies before - and I would have ample time to examine hers at length - but I had not seen a virgin react to her first touches. There would be no second chance to savour her gasps and her lust-drunken eyes. Then I stood up, threw the back cushions off the sofa to give us more.