I'd been fingered and licked and fucked relentlessly by Jack, but now Debbie gave me loving attention. As I lay there enjoying her efforts I thought, ...he might just be better at this than Brett. He had experience and knew what I liked, but Debbie had something else. A woman's intuition. I settled in, stroked Jack. Lived in the moment. My pussy being licked and loved and tended to like never before. It didn't take long before I was coasting on waves of pleasure. Nothing jolting or earth. Not wanting to spoil the feelings, I kept my eyes closed, and did not even try to turn my head to see what you were doing.Breathlessly I waited, and then jumped when I felt a coolness on me, realising you were spreading lube over my rose, gently over the opening, your fingers gently pushing it into me, sliding past the ring easily before withdrawing. I knew, just knew what was coming, and began trembling in anticipation. You must have felt me trembling, and all movement stopped, then your voice. Friday night was wild, but it wasn’t an orgy. Kyle means do you and Bobby want to have some quality time? I know we do.”“Yeah, we do. So how?” Bobby asked, then went on, “And look, do you mind not calling me Bobby. How about Rob? Okay?” It seemed to be okay.“Can’t use our house,” Andy said, “Mom’s always home when we get there.”“We can use Sally’s or mine, I think,” Kyle said, looking at Sally. “I told you, my dad said we could use my room if we want privacy. He didn’t say flat out that we. An emotion I can best describe as nostalgia, even though I obviously never experienced anything like that. It almost makes you wonder whether things like reincarnation are real. In silence the two of us are watching the credits roll by. Those are the best movies, you know. When you even watch the white text with the names of the actors in amazement. As if those letters will help in any way processing what you just experienced. And I don't even think the movie was that good. Don't get me wrong,.