Clitorises, once pruned, they don’t grow back.This is story is fictionalized reality. Stuff that happened at different times, and with different peo...le, conflated, rewritten, made simple and manageable. IT WAS A GAME we played with each other occasionally while the boys were away in southeast Asia.We love each other, and at times our play gets pretty intense. We obviously never really did, or would consider harming each other. It was a grown-up version of Punch and George playing cowboys and. Mary’s first total body orgasm was unleashed, ‘OH! GOD!! IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ….’ Her body went into sensory overload and she lost consciousness for a few seconds. When she recovered her body was still heaving in the throes of delicious aftershocks. She closed her eyes and slumped onto the unseen supports as her body slowly recovered. The phallic slipped outward. The thick head remained nestled within her caressing inner lips and entered a dormant stage with delicious low level ‘purrs’.. “I won’t say anything. It’s between us.” I reached over and pulled up his chin. He looked at me with big, brown, glassy eyes. “I’m not a prude, you know. And I do remember what seventeen year old boys are like,” I tried to say calmly. “Besides, this is entirely my fault.” “Wh... what do you mean?” “I mean,” I said, exhaling deeply. “I mean… I’ve been toying with you all week. And tonight, in the bath? I went over the line. I let you see my boobs on purpose. It made me feel, I don’t know, sexy.. She slowly moved her pelvis against my already hard groin.I let out a groan. This was heaven, and I was all ready to explode.She sensed it, and moved forward. Turning to face me, she made me remove the pallu and put my wrists on her shoulders. I repeated the slow lip brush, this time starting from her lips, going down to the neck, the breasts and ending at the navel.She smiled. And embraced me again. This time she asked me to undo her blouse.It was the old fashioned button type design, all of.