Would you like to join me? She smiled. That sounds fantastic. The next 2 hours were some of the most enjoyable I had had since Mom left. While sitcoms...played on the screen, almost ambient, me and the woman chatted about our lives. I found out that her name was Jennifer. We talked about our interest and hobbies and everything in between. The chemistry between us was fantastic. Eventually, we got to the topic of sex. She told me that she actually had sex with a girl in high school first, before. Glances were stolen. She had to leave soon. She was going away for the weekend. It was painful, it was hell. The kiss made it’s way from lips to crouch. It wasn’t the literal sense. She didn’t actually go down on me and blow me. She didn’t stick my cock in her mouth. The back of her throat wasn’t tickled by the head of my dick. No this was about blood. The way the heart pumps and makes it flow. It could make you sweat. It could make you cold. It could also make your cock hard. I was excited by. I suppose we will need some protocols. If A comes across B and C having a moment together, which of the following should A do?” “One, ignore them and carry on?” “Two, cough quietly?” “Three, watch and enjoy?” “Four, Walk away?” “Five, join in?” “In this case,” said Jane, “it’s 5. Ali says it’s her turn for a quickie.” There followed a repeat of the morning before, with much crude screaming and urging. This time Jane was also using the camera to record the scene. She took breaks to use her hands. “B…Brigitte… F…fuck! T…that’s never happened before.” “Mmmm, you sexy fucker. We came together, I like that.” Swearing with that accent sounded so damn sexy, yet my body felt so numb. I was spent for the first time in my life. Running her fingers through my short tousled hair, it was this act of tenderness that felt new. It was nurturing and non-sexual. I liked it and pulled her closer to me. She was held my cock then let it go and then she did it again. Enjoying the slapping sound it made.