As I said, "Come again for me, sweetheart," she did. Over and over, three, four, five times she came, each orgasm stronger and longer, as I urged her ...n. Finally she told me she needed to rest and catch her breath.What was I doing to cause these massive climaxes? I was talking to her. What was she doing to make herself come like that. She was listening.Nothing else occurred. No touching, no tweaking, no fondling, no licking, and no penetration. No erogenous zones were actually stimulated. You have no idea.’ ‘Same here Pri.’ He whispered back, lightly stroking her back. ‘I’ve been waiting for his moment for a long time.’ They pulled apart again and smiled at each other. They both knew they had a lot to talk about. ‘Come on, let’s get out of this shithole.’ On the 45-minute drive to Cyrus’ house, Priya updated him with all their friends, new relationships, and even a little about her work, narrating each story in her usual energetic manner. All along, Cyrus sat sideways facing. It was no good; it was all just a dream. The image faded and even though he grasped to hold on to it, the picture dissolved like dissipating cigar smoke. John’s big brown eyes looked rock steady and Dusty wondered if he knew it was his last night. “Yes I was wondering if Miss Jessie might like to have a visitor?” Dusty grunted like he was making a bowel movement. He spit a big wad of chewing tobacco phlegm into the dented brass spittoon by John’s feet. “Well you know young Miss Hazel is a bit. She whispered into my ears, “you are sweet.”I then gave a weird smile and slept off like that. The next day morning i got up and rushed to office. I couldn’t work and was desperately waiting for my work to get over. After my shift, i was back at her place. I was taking a quick shower when this female got into the restroom. She was beside me running her hands on my back. I was facing the wall as she slowly moved her hands to my butt-crack. She then made me turn around and got my dick.Looking.