James had now lost all traces of hesitation, and he knelt down in front of me, spreading my pussy lips gently with his fingers. He licked up and dow...n my pussy, ever so gently touching my clit with his tongue each time. I groaned with pleasure. Chris watched as James started to rub and lick my wet snatch with his tongue. James slid a finger into my pussy, and licked my clit harder. I began to gasp and moan with delight, my body aching with pleasure. Chris got up on the couch and pushed. ’‘Her need is the accelerant. And his lust. They got too close–a single spark and… Whoosh.’The fricative sound shuddered her to her nipples, his extension of her metaphor having liquified her core. So, this solid wall of man was a poet. Of sorts.‘That pair didn’t like it…’ Her nod to the middle-aged couple two exhibits down afforded her a glimpse of her fellow-critic’s face. Strong. Impassive. Stony even. Yet with something actively volcanic behind his dark eyes. ‘They thought it didn’t belong. She climbed in next to me, and curled up in my arms. We were both feeling worn and tired, and were soon asleep, even though it was now daylight outside.During the day, I woke up to a very erotic half-dream. As I woke up more, I realized it was not a dream. I was lying behind Maggie, our favorite sleeping position. My right hand was under her neck and cupping her left breast. My left hand was sliding over her panties, caressing her mound. I stopped and started to move my hands away, when she. I looked over at Rose, lying flat her breasts had receded back into her body, but her nipples were still hard and proud. My eyes travelling down past her flat stomach focusing on her penis, from my angle, with out being able to see her breasts, she looked like she could be a guy, I could even see her penis begin to fatten up again, just starting to rise off the top of her hip. I had just realised why she had always been so shy, yet my thoughts were about how we had made love, not about me.