..Chapter-1Part-2 At this she lay forward on my chest, her arms about my neck, and seeing that her resistance was over, I divided the hot moist lips ...f her cleft, and seeking out the touchstone of her nature, by gentle and successive rubs soon had it standing and hard as if to battle an invader.I now removed my hand for an instant, and tearing open the front of my pants, allowed my stone-hard sockaldodger to spring forth. I seized her hand and guided it to the throbbing shaft and was gratified. As he held her hand he also lightly stroked her naked thigh. She turned to him and smiled and said, as she brushed some of her own hair back behind her ear, "He's a guy at work, and I guess I've always felt he was kind of, you know,... interested." "Smart guy," Michael said sweetly, even making it easier now for her to tell him everything. She smiled at his compliment and then just asked "So, go ahead and ask me, what would you like to know?" She apparently didn't want to take the lead on this. She lays across the bed on herbelly, propped up on her elbows with her work spread out in front of her. Thisis also her favorite position for getting fucked by him. The power of hispresence hovers over her with his hands in her hair or around her throat, eachof his thrusts forcing himself into her deep and hard. She catches a glimpse of herself inthe mirror and she is reminded how young she can look and of the time at theFolsom Street Fair when several people had asked if she was interested in. My hand is soaking from the juices leaking form with in me. I pull my finger upwards and find the rough area behind my pubic mound. She slips her panties off, her pubic hair is trimmed to virtually nothing, her pussy looks wet and inviting. I rub my g spot, my legs instinctively clamp together. My toes begin to curl, pulses, like an electric current flow through my body. My other hand reaches inside my blouse, freeing my breast, and pinching my nipple between thumb and forefinger. My orgasm.