If there’s one lesson to be learned, it’s less how to fuck than how to talk.” She stopped for a moment, thinking. “Initiate is a weird term. E...pecially for men, I don’t really understand that fucking is some magic boundary if you’re already had orgasms with your partner.“No one can argue that men especially are visual. I flashed you in Lois’ office, but what I suggest is that before I strip, I let you explore me while I’m clothed. Learn what the differences are among what you see, what you feel. I was in black t shirt and jeans.After 30 minutes she came and smile. I told her to get in the car. She also was in jeans and jeans and white top. Her hair was pinned like a college girl. I told her thanks. And we went to athirapilly waterfalls.On the way, at a remote area, I stopped the car and put a small kiss on her lips and told I love you.. She smile and kissed me back and told love you too kanna… We roam through the waterfall area like lovers by holding hands . All the time her hand was. "But we haven't decided if we're going to get together with you or not," said Jim."You've decide, haven't you Angela," I said."Yes,"she replied. "Let's do it."I looked at her husband and smiled. We set a date for a few days later at their house. I arrived and Angela was wearing a short black skirt, light blue blouse and no shoes. Her blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was ready to be fucked, I could tell.I sat on their couch and Angela made us drinks. When she came into the room I. As I continued to watch them and play with my own pussy, I leaned forward and rested one hand on the window. I slid two fingers deep into my wet tunnel, pumping them in and out as hard as he was pumping her. I was getting very close to orgasm and had leaned even further against the window, resting my head on it. My orgasm hit me like a wave. I felt my muscles tighten on my fingers and the wetness drench my hand. I let out a moan that my neighbor would have heard if my windows had been open.I.