What about Jas....As Rebecca interupted me saying "He wont be home untill 9:00 he's already called thats what i was on my way up here to tell you." As...I started to come up with some other lame excuse i was interuppeted with my own moan as she moved my now soaked thong aside and started fingering me. Soon enough i was nothing but in moans. She was able to squeeze 3 fingering into me. And she made sure i did not have an orgasim even though i was ready to blow. But yet she kept telling me to wait. My girlfriend knows of my feelings in regards to men and is 100% fine with them.Recently I brought up the idea of anal play. She is against any anal being performed on her but said that she would try it on me if I was really wanting it. When I returned home from work just the other week my girlfriend told me that she had bought a surprise for me and that I could have it at the weekend.When the parcel arrived she hid it out of my way. By the weekend I was really intrigued to see what was inside. Mostly because Greg so dominates her. I already have a date with her for Friday night … just a couple of days from now … and we are just going to see a movie, but I will tell her that you are taking us out to dinner first to someplace nice.’ She smiles slyly, ‘You are okay with that aren’t you Michael!’ kind of a leading question but I reply quickly, ‘Um, yeah! You pick a place, and I will treat. But you guys have to buy the tickets and popcorn later.’ Her laugh sounds like the starting. Closing my eyes, I laid my head back against the red, plush cushion of the bench that we sat on. "Those little balls have you really worked up don’t they, Barbie? Let me help you, Honey." Bobby found the tie over my left hip and unfastened my thong, pushing it off my swollen, inflamed lips. His warm palm soon replacing my juices soaked fabric. "Oh, Jesus, honey, that feels so fucking good. Oh, Jesus,,,,don’t stop….I need to cum so fucking bad." As his finger slid between my gaping lips to find.