Worried.“What do you mean Jo?” He asked as she stroked his shaven head.“Well, you need to know who’s in charge in our relationship and I feel ...that you need that point re-enforcing after Saturday’s events.” Joanne Wilson moved her left hand under the sheets, located Peter’s penis and started stroking it gently.“Thanks Jo.” Peter Mitchell smiled as he thought he was going to get a treat from his girlfriend.“Oh no, naughty boy. Not that today. I mean, that when you are healed, say four- or. I closed my eyes and moved my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues caressed as we continued to kiss each other. I moved my hand to her shoulder and down to her breast. I cupped one on the outside of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see her nipples harden under the thin fabric. She continued to caress my thigh and moved it further up. I tugged on her dress and then pulled it over her head, she had to lift her hips to allow me to do so. My hands on her skin seemed pale next to her. Finally she covered his cheeks with both or her hands and rubbed softly. She slipped her soapy fingers between his cheeks and was pleased that his reaction was much the same as hers. Now came the moment of truth for her. Her question was about to be answered. Discarding the cloth, she put more soap in her hand, reached down, and placed her hand between his legs, working her hand, as he had, from front to rear and back again. She gently took his testicles in her hand, and massaged them ever so. When we finally stopped, I was amazed with her kissing abilities. “Wow,” she remarked, “I’ve been waiting to make out with you for the past two years since I met you Freshman year.” I remarked “Same.” She wasn’t good at allowing me to be ready, because before I could think again, she ripped off my polo. I continued by taking off my shoes, socks, and pants, then her dress. We were in our undies, and together we collapsed onto her bed. Eagerness flowed through me and my cock as it sprung to life.