Pure lust. Well, not just lust, I guess. We went to the theatre or a concert every once in a great while, but we’d always end up fucking afterward. ...either of us was getting hurt because we knew we were just enjoying the orgasms.“Everyone needs to have one person in their life that just teaches them what’s like to be completely, sexually taken by another person,” she told me once. “That’s you for me. No one has ever eaten my pussy like you … NO ONE.” ***After a quick drink in the kitchen, we. I guessed that she was still naked beneath the blanket. She was obviously pensive as she looked out across the meadow. I wondered how long she’d been there and what, if anything, was going through her pretty head.I poured myself a cup of coffee and went out to join her. I didn’t say anything to her, but acknowledged her presence as she did mine with a large smile that her loved one had joined her. She patted the seat beside her so we’d be close.We sat silent for about five minutes and I guessed. I began to lose control. My body trembled, shook, arched and she maintained her relentless pace s she fucked me. I honestly cannot remember the orgasm. I do remember hearing a scream of joy and knew it was probably mine. What I do remember is feeling her lying bent over me after, her hips still pumping and her voice in my ear. ‘Angie’s cumming, fuck I’m cumming.’ She did too. Loud, trenchant violent with a few well-chosen obscenities to accompany it. It was joyful, exuberant and clearly. . but after some light tickling and fingering she agreed to.Her friend immediately wrote back 'OMG! I'm soooo jealous of u bitch! I've not had any in ages :('.I smiled as I read it as did my FWB,"Why don't you offer to share me - looks like your bestie needs some!" She mulled this over for a short while until she finally decided to take the plunge, "OK - I'll see if she wants to come round...especially as she only lives around the corner!"...PING went her phone as her bestie sent a smiley face.