He moaned softly with every stroke. Unzipping his pants, she reached in and pulled his cock out. With her fingers wrapped around the shaft she used he... thumb to stroke the head. Gently rubbing the flared edge and tracing around it kept him moaning.Next her thumb rode back and forth over the tip of the soft head. She liked to play with him this way and tonight she focused on it. The wine had made both of them eager to explore and to be explored. Their clothes flew off and she continued where. I could tell he was surprised, but he must have liked it because his hands were now on the small of my back - pulling me towards him, my hips grinding against him. I swear this wasn’t like me at all.------ To: EllieFrom: Maria Subject: RE: The Pool Why did you stop, keep going! ------ To: MariaFrom: EllieSubject: RE: RE: The Pool He wrapped his arms around my body and flipped over. I was now on the couch and he was on his knees in front of me – I felt like a rag doll. His mouth was on my. He let go of my arms and moved one knee to get off me, as he did he placed a hand totally on one of my breasts, squeezing it and pushed himself up to get off me.I quickly got up and pulled my bathrobe together and made my way back into the bathroom.It was a shocking incident and I know it was an accident, I think we both could have handled it better.I think it took sometime for both of us to get over it.Needless to say I did get his phone fixed.(Update)It was always on my mind, did his friends. So hard, now.Your clit is pulsing, just like mine. Such a hard, little button,aching to be stroked and touched." A moan escaped from Daniella'sthroat, starting low, then rising up to a helpless squeak. "And everypulse of your clit... you feel in your nipples." Daniella's mouthopened wide, and her panting became labored gasping for air. "Pulse...pulse... pulse... Your nipples need to be touched. Pulse... Need to bestroked. Pulse... Need to be pinched... Pinch them!"Daniella's hands leaped up.