While Ellen and George began the s*x that afternoon they certainly didn’t end it. I managed to stay clear of the men—presumably my status as a married woman, and my noticeable reluctance warded off their advances, but I could not fend off the touch of any woman. They were delicious confections, with full breasts begging touch and sour/sweet p*****s that reacted instantly to a little fingering play. The more I was fondled, the more bold I became for my own enjoyment, finding the touch and feel of a woman so distinctly different from that of a man that I kept coming back to have more of their blessed softness. I believe I’d entered another kind of heaven.
Lucy kissed me for the first time on the mouth, while her fingers pinched my n*****s. Such an explosion! We melted together like butter
