Then he explained to us that a hug usually signified that the initiator of the hug (me and Bob) wanted to engage in sex! That a kiss was just a kiss a...d not necessarily an intimate sign of affection.It was the first time that any of us had any physical contact with of our new little friends, other than a handshake. We explained to the Rua and Lou that for us it was just the opposite. A hug was simply a gesture of friendship not necessarily an invitation to have sex. When we tried to explain. He stepped forward, coming slowly to her across the kitchen as if giving her the chance to refuse what ever he was going to do or say. When he stopped in front of her, he searched her eyes, Jules thought he was looking for something he was so intent. Without warning he reached out, and pulled her to him, gently but firmly.Jules heaved a deep, painful sigh and went willingly into his embrace snuggling against his chest. She was unbearably relieved that he seemed to still want to touch her, that. "Again?" she asked. "Ah, ah, ah," she moaned with each thrust. "Ah, ah, ah. Yes!"I pushed up on my arms up to watch her as I stroked in and out. Her breasts jiggled rhythmically and her stomach muscles clenched and unclenched and her head thrashed back and forth and I stroked and I stroked."Ah, ah, ah!" she was panting and moaning.I reached a thumb down and tweaked her clit."OH, you bastard. So good!" she screamed. I kept bumping her clit with my thumb, keeping pace with each thrust."Oh GOD!". The sound of hard flesh slapping against wanton flesh filled the room, reverberating off the walls in a wild chorus of sexual abandonment. James reached down to cup my buttocks, spreading them obscenely. His fingers played with my rear entrance, rubbing the copious juices gently into it, and I heard myself whisper, "Yes, yes, yes." Although it was barely audible, James understood and, within seconds, his fingertip was pushing past my tight sphincter. I was amazed at how easily his digit entered.