She was a little bit tired, so we sat on the sofa in the family room to talk for a few minutes while she rested. For no reason other than just making ...conversation, I told her what had happened at Mrs. Jackson's house that morning. With practically anybody else, I would have been better off keeping my mouth shut about Mrs. Jackson and the fucking episode.However, Jenny and I had always shared our secrets. I guess I had conveniently forgotten that Jenny had not told me about her fucking sessions. " "But what if someone comes in?" the girl said. "So what!" was Jon's only reply. By that time Vicky was naked too, and we were swapping clothes. Fortunately, or unfortunately, no one came into the shop while we were changing and trying the clothes on, and we left without buying anything. We did however leave the girl assistant something to thing about, as she seemed a little flustered by our antics.Just down the street was a 'love aids' shop and Jon took us in. It was the first time that Vicky. “Even if I wanted to I couldn’t stop you. I wouldn’t want to stop you. It feels too good.” I pulled back and I looked up at her. “What?” She looked down as her fingers caressed the back of my head. “You look both pleased and shocked.” I nodded and kissed her clitoral area softly. She pulled my head away again. “Didn’t you think I knew such words or how and when to use them?” “Well...” “I don’t use them very often, I’ll have you understand, but when the time and place call for such. We masturbated each other for a long time, the effect of the wine combining with the now-heavy scent of our loving foreplay to only increase my desire for the woman who had captivated my heart. Suddenly, I took both of Julie’s hands and positioned them above her head. Holding her wrists with one hand, my right hand returned to its former position between her legs, three lengthy fingers nestling snugly inside her. The thumb strummed her clitoris, slowly increasing the tempo as I played her like.