The sleeping sexed out pair spooned with Somer’s groin tight against Stephanie’s ass and one hand enclosing her tit. As Somer awoke, he smelled th... scent of her hair. Strawberries. Stephanie pushed back and rolled Somer onto his back, propping herself on an elbow, a finger brushing his flaccid cock.. ‘Now it’s junior curriculum time: oral sex. You look tired. I’ll take it from here on. You just lay back and enjoy.’ Somer was not one to protest, so he put his hands behind the pillow and looked. The atmosphere between us had now taken on a frosty tone.Our sex life during these months was still there, but it too was different.I naturally felt insecure about how the doctor's visit and Andrea's job had changed us. Yet, our sex life had been wonderful before and I was seemingly dependent on having sex with Andrea. It was an integral part of our shared intimacy.What caused me though considerable trepidation was the change in Andrea's attitude towards sex with me. At times, she seemed to. Marcia was moaning consistently now. Her hips were pumping up and down in rhythm with his finger. As she was beginning her orgasm, he pulled his hand away. He replaced it with his tongue. Quickly, his tongue played up and down her clit. He put his finger back in and started to finger her deeply. It felt like a thick worm inside her that with his tongue sent her over the edge. She screamed and grabbed his head to pull it tightly against her. She came. Hard. Her body shuddered with the intensity. ..”“But they’re gentle wings,” I said. “Almost like a butterfly’s...”“Uh-huh,” Deena inserted. “That guy flew that old biplane into OUR new field. Cindy can’t WAIT to see it. That’s not a butterfly. That thing’s so ugly that the ground hates it, that’s why it flies...”“It’s a beautiful piece of aeronautical history,” I retorted.“It’s an ugly ol’ piece of farm equipment,” Deena stated.“It flies,” I returned. “So ... Butterfly.”“If that thing’s a butterfly, then a sledgehammer’s a surgical.