As her, and for that matter my, passions became aroused, she rubbed my chest. Harder and harder she rubbed in ever decreasing circles until both her ...ands were concentrating on my raised nipples. In the final throes just before orgasm she gripped my nipples between her fingers and thumbs, and with each thrust of her hips, twisted and pulled them, it felt as though she was trying to tear them from my chest. Although the treatment was quite painful I was too excited and indeed awed by her . We both washed up and got our clothes and headed back to the cabin. Wefired up the grill and ate some hamburgers as we watched TV.It was getting late and I headed for bed as he tried to get comfortable inthe sofa. But the sofa was too small for him and he was struggling to get agood position to sleep in.I finally said "hey why don't you take the bed, I will sleep out here" That won't work, your too big too for this sofa"Then I suggested "okay we will just have to share the bed, just make. She let out a yelp at the initial contact. Prior to today her asshole had been off limits, but it never would be again. Slippery with vaginal lubrication her finger went in easily. She groaned at the exquisite full feeling. Quickly she flipped over onto her stomach. She used the hand that had been caressing her clit to push herself onto her knees. Ami rested her forehead on the pillows and returned to teasing her button. It felt as if it was the size of a marble. She swirled her finger around. I was uncomfortable with the situation enough to avoid further contact with him. My morning coffee moved indoors and checking mail was done late at night. I even started tip-toeing down the stairs to my door. I felt a prisoner in my own home. Yet, I couldn't deny how excited I felt when he took control. Moreover, I couldn't deny I wanted more. I knew I'd eventually break down and make it a point to see him again. The week passed without incident and decided I'd brave the usual cup of coffee on.