?When making love during the days before the date I would have her tellme about the torture and her fantasizing out loud while making love would truly...rive her deep over the edge .? Once at a coffee shop while sitting anddiscussing an article in the New York Times, I asked her what torture she haddreamed up for the next date.? Her righthand dropped to her crotch and she began to pant.? I told her to put both hands on the tablepalms down.? She did.? I told her she could cum.? Her eyes stayed. My lips moistened the tip, parted, and caressed it as I fairly swooned with the memory of that day. I breathed in and exhaled with a small murmur as my lips communicated my affection to the toy. My eyes opened and my chest swelled with pride at the approval on Dana face. I did good , I congratulated myself. I risked a small smile but my eyes dropped to the toy, so close to my face, larger than life. My cunt reminded me of how I'd felt that day. "Okay, a lick now, remember that feeling. A small. The overwhelming orgasm engulfed her, radiating out over and over from her pussy through her entire body. She was incapable of doing anything but allowing the mind blowing sensations to overtake her as she erupted. Every muscle of her body convulsed over and over as the tension coiled up in them for so long released their powerful energy. She looked down at Matt and seeing the need to orgasm on his strained face, Alexis reached behind her with her right hand to firmly pull Matt’s swollen balls. As we ate, I reflected on my last twenty-four hours. It felt like I had just completed an MBA in advanced fucking.After a leisurely meal with a few smoke breaks in between, we continued to sit at the dining table and chat. Floyd then mentioned that a workmate had offered him his cabin in the mountains, whenever he liked. A weekend date, for two-weeks hence, was then decided upon by the two guys. “Would your parents allow you to join us?” Floyd asked.“Definitely,” I replied, knowing that I would.