But this time, I woke Wendy up; I had a feeling she would not object. Nor did she. And nor did passionate sex at three-thirty stop her from (successfu...lly) demanding a repeat in the morning.I lay in bed recovering after this final bout while Wendy showered and got ready for work. When she returned to the bedroom to kiss me goodbye, she was still smiling radiantly but looked puzzled."James, darling, what do you think is going on? Don't think I'm complaining," she hastily added, with an. Looking back was a stunningly beautiful woman masturbating in a van above a pile of discarded male clothing: fingers now rapidly sliding in and out of her shining, wet cunt, while her other hand squeezed and rubbed her tits. The sight was the final straw and I had my first orgasm as a woman, bucking forward and back on the chair, which somehow stayed upright, completely consumed in the most incredible sensation. I now understood how it felt like for a woman, with waves of heat and pleasure. I jumped with fright as I turned and saw him leaning against the door frame with a peculiar look in his eye. It lasted for a split second before Bruno ran towards me and jumped up placing his big paws on my thighs. Laughing I bent down to stroke him and I realised that from this angle Uncle Ian could see right down the front of my top. He made a little coughing noise and said,‘Come on let’s go…let’s get this daft old dog out for his walk before he starts to rip off your clothes!’I wasn’t really. ..' Tom smiled. He pulled her close and kissed her and she felt his stiff cock pushing against her. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open, running her hands over his smooth, toned chest. He unzipped her dress and pushed it to the ground, revealing her lingerie to him. He skillfully removed her bra and began to rub her tits, then tweaked her pert nipples. Holly undid his trousers and pushed them down, his six inches springing out. She leant back against the ladder, perched just on.