The problem as far as I was concerned though, was that she was absolutely nothing like Helen, because where it mattered the most, Celine ran away, Hel...n did not. To me that meant everything.A hurdle that came up unexpectedly was Vanessa. Her dislike of Celine was almost violent, and became something of a major discomfort for me.She was only hostile towards Celine in front of me and out of earshot from everyone else. Whoever else talked about her was encouraged by Vanessa to go into details, so. This calmed me considerably justhaving her near, but my heart was still running at capacity, a fact thatdidn't escape her as she laid her head against my back."My ... my hands," I started, "they're different. How is this possible?" Isaid letting the final words drift into a rather silent sob. I didn't evenrealize until that moment how emotionally charged I was.Jen came around in front of me cradling my head in her palms and looked mestraight in the eyes. "Tom, Honey, we've been through this.. Through this time we have experimented often trying to do things to satisfy the other's sexual needs. I honestly think I get more pleasure out of helping her reach a good climax than I do from having one of my own. During our playtime I discovered quite by accident that I could buzz her clit with my tongue and lips and bring her to a very satisfying orgasm. I've since learned that this is sometimes referred to as "motorboating". Liken it to the razzberry sound that is produced by sticking. I watched Steve and he’s my new role model. He brought such pleasure to those women. He was a tough act to follow. They almost worship him, even when he wasn’t there.”I teased, “It’s always a pleasure knowing you’re looked up to by the following generation and your adoring public.”Ginger ran her hands over her breasts and down her sides as Dave watched her. She teased him, “What do you think about me?”Dave froze. After a long pause during which he shot me a glance to be sure I wouldn’t throttle.