Ironically, the Hardys owe you just as much as the Longstreets though the reason that they do was long ago in the happening,” she said.“Hmm, I dou...t if they even remember, but if by some chance they do, they’re rationalizing it and figuring out ways to prove I’m just an accidental hero and that at best,” I said. “Oh, and if I sound kinda bitter, guess what!”“I don’t have to guess; you are more than transparent,” she said.“Tomorrow’s a work day. I’ve gotta get to bed. So, do you,” I said.“Yes,. Each thrust pushing my hard into the rough wall I could feel on my back. My breasts were crushed against his chest my nipples rubbing on him with every movement he made. I buried my head into his neck breathing in his sweaty spicy scent. One of his fingers slipped up into my ass resulting in a little moan from me as he slid it in further and further, it turned out I loved double penetration. I felt myself sliding over the edge once more I flung my head up and he lent into kiss me. I was past. It is not right.”“Why? Don’t you forget that it was with me that you learnt your first lessons in sex? I am not ashamed to ask. You should not be ashamed to answer. After all I will be happy if you are practicing what you learnt when we were together”Nirmala shyly bent down avoiding my eyes.“When you have sex with him, do you think of me?”“In the beginning yes, but not anymore.”“Why?”“He is a very good lover and makes me forget everything.”“Do you remember the first time we had sex? Your mother. Jen found herself checking out the woman whose hands seemed to find all of her erogenous zones. Water ran down the woman's arms and splashed on the white cotton tie-front top restraining her very full bosom. Jen's eyes took in her deep cleavage, her sculpted abdomen and her long, shapely legs. She wore low-rise stretch denim short shorts, featuring a deep V lace-up back. Three-inch cork wedge sandals held her manicured feet. Jen was starting to moan when the woman took her head in both of.