That’s what both of the girls did for me and is probably why I enjoyed those experiences so much more.”“Excellent,” I said. “It looks like m... work here is done. Just be patient, Charlotte, and don’t rush things. You have your entire life ahead of you. Do what feels right like your mom said, but be confident of your feelings before going too far down any road. They’re your feelings, and they count. Do you understand what I’m saying?”“I think so,” she said. “Can we talk some more tomorrow? I. "You like is, don't you sweetie!" He grinned a knowing grin at me."Yes, yes, yes" I moaned with every slow stroke."You like being my girl!" Yes, I love being your girl."His fingertips ran down my thigh and stroked over the head of my exposed and aroused cock, the only remaining testimony to my maleness. He stroked it with fingertips, slippery from the continual ooze of precum as his hard cock stroked me inside. I groaned and moaned and gasped, writhing in the agony and pleasure of orgasm as it. . intoxicating. But like all intoxicating experiences, it was a vice, and filled with dangers. And repercussions.So no more. Out-of-this-world orgasms were great, but... A shudder ran through her body at the memory of their intensity. No! she admonished herself. Orgasms — even orgasms like that — were not great, not when they occurred in the wrong place, with the wrong lover. This strange sexual awakening might end up being a blessing in time, but only if she channeled her desires in the proper. As I entered her with my finger, I looked over to the other man and said, "Feel free to join in", which he immediately did. He dropped his hand down, and trying to avoid my fingers, first tried to caress my wife's outer cunt lips, before entering her with one of his fingers, another of her fantasies, having two people finger her. The two of us then started to finger my wife's pussy. She had her eyes closed, pushing her hips forward onto our fingers, her pussy soaking our fingers. We slipped two.