You have nothing to feel guilty about." But I ... I suppose you're right ... still ... so how do I do this?"After teaching her to work a shield the wa...y I do them, I helped Lea learn to relax and focus her aura so she wouldn't make inadvertent contact. Teaching her to actually make contact took a while longer.She had to overcome nearly five years of ingrained, reflexive recoil every time the sparks started. Samantha had volunteered to be a test subject along with both Tiffany and Kirsten so I. Still smiling, you stood back up before me, your lips moist with my pre-cum and we passionately kissed once more, sharing the sticky, wet taste. It tasted so fucking good and I knew I wanted more... but instead I took a step backwards, and reached out to you, slowly unbuttoning your blouse and removing it, before my hands moved gently from your shoulders, down your arms and slowly downwards to your breasts, which I tenderly touched through the white lace that protected them. Bending down I. Her cock bounced in front of me and I took it in my hand and began to wank it.After a few minutes I felt my orgasm building and began to spasm and came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. After recovering my breath I finished wanking Caroline until she shot cum over me. Without thinking I put cum on my fingers and ate it. The bitter salty taste made me feel like a slut. After cuddling and kissing for a few minutes I asked if I could suck Caroline and smiling she nodded. I headed down her. ”“My god Guy! She’s wearing my old clothes! Who is she anyway?” asked Pamela, “She’s mother’s foster-girl from London; she seems to be accident prone.”Shelia then mumbled, “ I’m so sorry I ran into you Mr Guy.”Guy’s finger stroked her cheek and his spice-scented cologne penetrated her senses. “ You OK?”“Right as Rain,” she smiled weakly.Guy and his sister Pamela both let out a relieved chuckle.Guy then strolled off into the garden to ponder.“Well its nice to see my old clothes are useful. I.