When I got home tonight I’m going to need a good fucking and Doug is just the man for that … as you know. Here, I’ve been dripping wet all day.�...�Nikki reach under the table and slide her hand beneath her skirt. When she brought it up I could see her fingers glistening. She put her fingers in front of me and I sucked them clean as if she’d offered me some cream off her cake. She smiled as I and wrapped my tongue around each finger and sucked them clean.“Oh I bet Doug loved it when you did that to. Johnson grasped the skin covering her button in his left hand and gently inserted his middle finger on his right hand inside her virgin hole. She was at a loss of words, when he crooked his middle finger and started rubbing on a mysterious, super sensitive spot inside her. The throbbing at her core increased by a tenfold. Using the heel of his left hand, he pressed down on her button, which he called a clit, and rubbed on it hard. “Oh!” she gasped, as white hot pleasure radiated out from that. Catherine spent the rest of the afternoon working, forgetting this incident.In the evening, when she left the subway Metro, she decided to make a detour to an antique store near her home, which she knew was open until 7pm. She was just thinking about taking a look at the window. Catherine had developed a particular vice: she collected antique objects, mainly from Central Africa and Oceania. What had initially been a simple toquad had turned into a real passion over time and her small two-rooms. As we lay there in the dark, him on his bed, and me in a sleeping bag on the floor, I started a general conversation about stupid stuff, then steered the conversation towards girls and which of our classmates he liked… Which ones he found attractive and, ultimately, the girls he’d like to do things with.We talked for a few hours, well into the night when everyone else in his house was asleep.Now, in my mind, I was directing this conversation towards a certain point. The point where he and I.