I wish I was inside it. I wish I was consumed by its… Its… Its greatness. I continued licking it. And she had her third orgasm because of my actio...ns. I felt manly now. Even though I knew better, I still felt more manly then I’d ever felt. “Marry me” she said. “Do this every night for the rest of our lives?” she said. I stopped licking and looked up. Really, you mean it? That’s the look I gave her. She read my face. “Okay, once you solve the case and we’re still hot and heavy, if we’re still hot. I didn't really know her well, but we shared a bond now.But what about Stephanie? I'd never thought of her as a sexual person. She was just my plump friend. She'd never really had a boyfriend or a date, until Carl had gotten her together with Jerry Wilson at the dance. Apparently things hadn't really clicked between them, because I hadn't seen them together since, though she'd had a good time, she said.Of course the conversation drifted around to The Program, as we were all now calling it,. Who ever said "getting there is half the fun" doesn't know the half of it. We finally went public. Once we dropped that envelope in the mail slot at the post office, we were in for a penny. The pound would take weeks of sweaty-palmed waiting. No IM or e-mails in those days. Sin took time. We spent the time fucking.In all our talk, we were hoping to meet another couple about our age, and like us, just starting into the swinging lifestyle. Someone with whom we could be genuine friends and. But once I opened the door and nudged him through the threshold, I couldn't keep my hands and other body parts off him.The heat inside was like a slap on the face and a punch to the stomach. Wearing my stiletto boots, I was the same hight as him and after planting a wet hungry kiss on his lips, I started kissing his face, his cheeks, his chin, his forehead, his ears, while my arms held him tightly close. His skin was cold and raindrops were dripping from his blonde hair and running down his.