Much more intense than any other time. When I was fourteen, a boy I liked reached in and pulled my breast out and kissed my left nipple, and then he w...nt for my right nipple. That was my life's sex life. Of course I also have orgasms when I masturbate. I used to have strong fingers, but my fingers aren't as nimble as they used to be. Yes, I had a real orgasm when I kissed you. Strong, like I used to have two years ago. And I had the beginnings of an orgasm in my vision just now. I knew I'd. He takes his time on me. I feel my tension building. I hold his head there, grinding my pussy into his face, moving my hips up and down as he picks up his speed. He was causing me to start an orgasm. My body lifts off the bed as he holds me up. Hands behind my ass, arms wrapped around me, my legs draped over his shoulders. He does the best he can to keep me still as he continues to intensify my climax. Not stopping his tongue or fingers but only moving them faster. He kept proceeding until I. "Ben one more remark like that and you will be in the same boatas he is. Do you understand?" Ben said he understood. Monique went out to start making thechicken, having put the potatoes in to bake earlier. Ben went outwith him. The women remained in the living room as Jan told Claraevery little detail of what had happened. The women decided to join the men outside, as it was so nice out.They were walking out of the door when they saw Ben looking closelyat Monique's back. Clara asked, "What. As much as I‘d just like to lay there and save the moment, I felt my dick start to rise, pressing even harder against him. He moved slightly in his sleep, making the cutest moaning sounds you could ever imagine.He entered the waking world with a twitch. I whispered in his ear; “Hey beautiful“. “You perv, how long you been watching me sleep?“ he asked with a grin. “Long enough.“ I replied, a little embarrassed for watching him sleep. “Well, I‘m glad it‘s you. Let‘s go downstairs and grab.