She quickly turned around and headed for the kitchen, leaving me standing there with the cum stained panties in my hand. This was not like her to avoi...d any subject so I found it a little strange that she would react this way. I decided that I wouldn’t push it and dropped the panties back into the pile.The rest of the evening, there seemed to be an under tone in our conversation and she was nervous about something. I decided to let the subject drop and not mention it again. We went to bed and. ’ she gave a squeeze for emphasis, pulling another groan from him. ‘I need you, Joseph, I need you to make love to me, to fuck me, to make me a true woman, to make me ready for you.’ Some part of him whispered that there was only so much a man could take, no matter what common sense told him. She’d pushed him far past that point. With a casual shrug he tossed her off of him, letting her flop back to her seat on the couch next to him. It was his turn to lean forward, to find her pouty lips with. I felt a sense of persecution. I was expected to reveal all. There was a moment of annoyance, then I saw that the expectation was out of love and friendship. I sighed and told them as much as I could remember. When I had finished, the group were quiet.It was Harriet who broke the silence. “I know it’s her own fault, but I feel sorry for her having her evening ruined.”“How do you feel?” asked Zena.“Too many conflicting feelings and thoughts,” I replied.“Brought everything back to the boil?”. .AAAAAHHHHHH!!!OHHHHHHHH!! We came together. It had happened again. But this time, we had gone even further; and this time, we both entered into it willingly, fully aware of where it was going. And it had gotten a little...extreme, at the end...After a few minutes, we recovered, laughed nervously, and said our good byes. We called each other alot after that. We did away with the 'tell me a story' thing eventually and just got right into talking about what we wanted to do to each other. This.