‘…goodnight!’ As one, the girls picked up their various discarded garments and fled for the safety of Chris’s bedroom, leaving Shaun to bask i... a slightly confused afterglow. ‘Sherrie…’ he thought. ‘Sherrie…’ It had to be her. It had been different to her first attempts, but she could have improved — couldn’t she? Perhaps Chris had given her some pointers — maybe that’s why it felt different, different to Sherrie’s first goes, entirely different to Taylor’s rough-and-tumble, pound-away method.. She said she liked it when I touched her nipples so I touched those a lot. They even got hard like my dick, which was weird. I got to play with her boobs for a long time before we heard Mom calling for lights out. Then I had to go back to my room. My dick keeps getting hard thinking about touching her boobs. I’m all out of tissues so I’ve been taking toilet paper from out of the bathroom to clean up my messes. I hope I can touch them tomorrow too!7/16/10Tonight is Mom and Dave’s date night and. Well that's what she calls it, although there is not much examination and a lot of fondling. It's so strange to be feeling her up on the inside, so hot and so... well more than sexy, intimate. It's not meat, not cold or dead. This is her hot, moving, breathing slippery insides I have my hand in, and she can feel every touch. If I put my shoulder right up between her legs I can reach between her lungs and stroke her heart. Yes, her living beating heart. Somehow it seems so... her centre... her. It was the way she acted that made such a deep impression. Not even the conversation he once overheard as a teenager was any use in dispelling her from his thoughts. He couldn’t recall who had said it, or even why it had been said, but he distinctly remembered someone once saying that in any meeting between a man and a woman there was always a third present – the Devil! Beneath the sheet every fibre of his body told him how much he liked this woman. The proof was self evident in the.