“Corey, truth or dare?” “Hmm... dare!” he says. “I dare you to take your shirt off.” “Oh so we’re stripping now?” he asks with a rai...ed eyebrow. “Nah, just wanna see your sexy bod.” Samantha winks at Corey with a smirk and he complies. “Okay, back to my turn then... how about... Fred again. Truth or dare?” “Truth,” he says with a smile. “Right... since you are so into fixing our friends’ problem. What’s the most enjoyable thing about sex for you?” Fred’s smile falters and he considers lying. This nearly pushed her over the edge, but she wanted to enjoy it, so calmed herself down, and started to slowly move her fingers in and out of her pussy. She could feel herself getting wet, and new that if she was to be done by the time her friends arrived, she would have to get faster. She increased her speed, getting faster with each thrust, and soon she was ready to explode, but something was wrong. She could hear people downstairs, then she looked at the clock, it was 9 already, and she was. She says women who say penis size does not matter are deluded, inexperienced (they must have never enjoyed a big one!) or simply lying to make their smaller husbands happy. Whether we have end up having full sex, if we have time, we always start kissing and cuddling. Then, pretty quickly, she likes to slide her hand down and start working at her clit. If she has knickers on, she may leave them on as she does this, but usually, she will take them down. Sometimes she will insist I go down between. The next day I began with lessons at half-past five, no different from any other day. In contrast to my attire of the previous day, I was able to put on the half-dress which I had convinced the royal tailors to make for me. This consisted of a silk shirt and linen breeches, without a waistcoat or shoes. There had been an awful row when I first came up with the idea about whether we would be allowed to go about in bare feet, which were considered shocking in the world beyond Brighton, but Uncle.