We had fun doing a bit of catching up first.I’d enjoyed having Indi with me when away, but I still loved sleeping with my other girls when at home. ...Indi thinks I’m a little weird because I still insist Sunday is my night off when I’m away from home with one of the other girls like her.Jina had told me that the Shifters had wanted to move to start a new life. Our biggest problem was they expected to be allocated a parcel of land that was theirs and to produce and sell their produce as they had. Her hips literallybounce off the bed. Fingers were a blur as she frantically rubbed herclitoris.I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Sure, I had suspected that shemasturbated...but to actually watch her doing-it! WOW!As she began to calm down, I knew that I had to bring myself to orgasmfast. First seeing Angela doing-it...then watching Marco...I felt like Iwas going insane! The insides of my thighs were coated with my wetness.I lay down and let my fingers dance over my clitoris. I knew that. The old cliche fits so well, it is the thought that matters, not the gift. It is the thought that matters, not the gift itself. Yes, I repeated that on purpose. Here is a gift of giving. The giving of one’s self to another. Submission. Many argue it is not so. Not a gift but a selfish act. They are fools. I say to them, and you, Dear Reader, that here is love. Read and know the love of my girl for me. I confess I was a little shocked to read this. It made me ask myself, ‘Am I this man?’. Julie smiled to the camera, and even posed pulling wide mouthed expressions as if she was experiencing extreme pleasure. This made my cock throb in my trousers! This was the most bizarre, yet most sexy thing I'd ever seen!Julie guided Matt back down onto the sofa, she straddled him and in doing so she picked up the bottle of champagne. There were giggles from Julie as she fiddled with the cork trying to loosen it. Within a few seconds though she managed to pop it open and the champagne erupted.