‘She gets onto the bed next to me and slowly takes off my clothes … and then she lies on top of me and kisses me some more, and her breasts are cr...shing mine and I feel her start to grind herself against me and oh my God, it feels so good …’ She fell silent for a moment, then a low exclamation of ‘oh!’ issued from her lips and her trembling fingers clutched at the bed linens as he continued to tease her with the vibrator. ‘What else, baby?’ he wanted to know. ‘She tells me she wants to suck my. It was already hard, thrusting up from his loins like a thick flagpole with a red knob at the end that had the daintiest hole at the tip. A spout for baby-making cream, and now thanks to the school, he knew how to use his tool. Or the theory thereof, until he got the practice down pat, he still had things to learn.Should I show him? Well at least I could show him mine, since he was showing me his. I flipped up my skirt again to reveal my narrow band of dark hair crowning the coral gash of damp. ' I knew he was just trying to get me going, but it still bothered me. It was hard to hear her young pussy described that way. But sure enough when I was next alone, I had to look closer and there it was -- a perfect outline of the lips of her pussy in the wet suit. The material had sucked up into her snatch just enough to make the camera shot perfect (if that's what you were looking for.) But I for one was not. Fuckin' Frank!I got Annie out of there on the pretext of showing her the new gym. That wasn’t my fault or my doing, either. That was Prakash’s fault for ignoring me, for thinking and caring for his business concerns more than his wife’s concerns. The craving was still real, still demanding, and they needed to be satisfied. That hadn’t changed. I needed a release. I needed stimulation for release. When, on another day, the needs and cravings were as strong as ever, I again succumbed. After seeing Prakash off to work, I returned to the bedroom and undressed completely. I stood.