"I'm trying to tell you something about our sex life, and you don't understand?" I just don't know what you're asking me to do." she replied a little ...guardedly."I'm not asking you to do anything. It's simple," I continued, trying hard not to sound pissed off or exasperated. "I want to be desired, wanted, sexy... to be what I used to be with you, someone who made your pussy wet, someone who made you ache for a mouthful of me or a pussy full of me or both." I want you..." she replied."Baby, I. He lingers therea while before trying to explore further. Amanda opens her legs and heaccepts the invitation. His hand finds her knickers and a finger startsto explore her vaginal area. "Fucking hell!" he says, "Split crotchknickers." His finger feels the wetness of her pussy and pushes it slowlyinward. Amanda lets out a moan and he pushes in further. She responds bypushing herself onto his finger, rubbing his cock through his trousers atthe same time. He started moaning too and they were both. Slowly lowering herself onto his stiff pole, she bit her lip trying to contain the rush of mind-numbing pleasure that coursed through her body. She sank down, taking his full length into her and began to slowly pump her hips over his throbbing cock. By now the Admiral was wide awake, running his rough, sea-worn hands over her sun-kissed skin. His fingers ran circles around her erect nipples, pausing occasionally to gently pluck at them, sending further waves of passion through Evelyn. He slid. Could someone be made to do something they didn’t want to do? I discovered the answer was a resounding maybe. I began to develop a plan. With the new semester we were both in the second hypnosis class. This time the instructor made it clear that we would discuss trance induction. He asked if anyone wanted to volunteer to be the first practice subject. I immediately volunteered. The instructor was a man who looked like he was about fifty-five, tall with a very deep voice. I really felt good.