Right. Morgan and I had something between us, and it wasn't just physical compatibility. No, it wasn't the soulmate, finish-each-other's-sentences thi...g that Maddie and I shared, but it was something... comparable. Apples and oranges, if you would. If Maddie and I had stayed together, I would have never considered exploring it, but as it is... I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I'm not a romantic. I don't believe in 'happily ever after' anymore. Having it come crashing down around my. Warm, soft and still moist from our earlier exploits, all my energy is now funneled to my fingers. Just petting with a lyrical effort; enjoying the sensation of silky, velvety folds of skin. Marveling in the essence of your womanhood, I enjoy the strumming of the strings.My thumb and forefinger break away. Running alongside your outer lips while my middle two fingers stroke underneath, pressed against your engorged clit. You squirm downwardly as my fingers continue to stroke along the side. He woke up just as I shoved it all the way in.“Hey?!!” He cried out. “What the hell?”“Easy dear,” I replied, snaking my fingers through his chest hair, “I’m just getting you ready for your first training session is all.”“T… training session?”“Yes, your father insisted on it,” I said. “He wants you to become the perfect cuckold,” then imitating George’s voice, “or I’ll know the reason why.”“So why all the leather, and chain mail, babe?”“Now you see, hon, that’s one of your problems right there.. . I bite down on your trap muscle until you grunt, then cover the bite with kisses. My nails drag over the back of your neck as I take your earlobe into my mouth, biting and sucking gently.. I love the moans you make. I want more. I reach down and pull your shirt over your head and toss it to the side as I step back. I turn and undo my pants and I feel you behind me.. You are on your knees, pulling down my tight jeans to my knees. Before I can even release my legs, you have my panties down and.