It was wet. It was tremendous. She went back over to talk to him. The were hugging and kissing and talking for a while. She came back and asked me if ... wanted to meet them at her apartment. I was shocked. I had never been envolved with any threesome or anything like it. I was 21 years old. I only had a few girlfriends. I looked confused. She encouraged me. I agreed. I walked in and we all got comfortable in the living room. She got us some beers. We shook hands. We didn't say much to each. I smiled and told her that I doubt it would be that quick and told her I would give her a hundred if she can get him on tape in bed naked. She said deal and it wouldn't be a problem. The next day she wore a blouse and a tight black pants. Her blouse was half buttoned and did not wear a bra underneath to give him a little show. She walked into his office to get him alone and start the process. She came back out an hour later with a huge smile on her face. I asked her what happened and she said. You didn’t dare try to attract my attention, so you waited for me to take the game forward. As I had taught you these last few hours, you waited on my convenience. You flinched as my wet, icy cold hands touched your outer thighs, guiding you to lift your buttocks. You did as far as you could and felt a pillow slipping under you. The relief, just to have that pressure on your aching butt soften a bit. If you were really lucky, it might be time to remove the plug, its pressure was becoming. 1954)I awoke early in the morning feeling gloriously relaxed and with the still sleeping warm body of Jenny snuggled in next to me, her arm draped over my chest. We had made love for hours the previous evening, relieving tensions and growing ever closer in friendship and intimacy. Jenny finally confessed, as had I, that even if Tom recovered she'd still want to hold onto the love we now clearly felt for each other. Yes, there was still guilt and fear of the future should our relationship ever.