Even though this was my first time that I was touching a pussy, I didn’t take my hand out as soon as I felt the wetness. I kept caressing her pussy ...nicely, trying to find her hole. As soon as I found it, I digged my finger in. I started finger fucking her. Then I inserted two fingers. My Aunt Roshni had her legs spread a little wider and her eyes closed. She let out a few moans, showing that she was enjoying it. I could feel her pussy lips trying to grip on my fingers. Her pussy was pulsating.. After about thirty minutes of massaging him and watching people fuck on TV, my pussy was starting to tingle and I felt like being a little more daring.I slid my hand down along his side. I could feel his soft dick resting against my pubs and his balls pressed against my clit. I scooted up a bit so there was some space between us and started to slowly rub his dick and caress his nuts. He was still sound asleep, but I could fill his little cock growing each time I ran my hand over it. I took my. I already knew it was not the body that Joseph Conover had lived in for fifty-one years.What was this new body like? Cancer was not gnawing away relentlessly at my new insides. That was a gain, but I also felt drained and groggy, as if I'd taken an overdose of some sleeping pill. I felt clammy and sticky. My clothes reeked. What was I wearing?I looked down at myself and saw a flannel shirt, too warm for a September day in North Carolina, with the sleeves rolled up; a pair of blue jeans with. Here, I’ll give you some tips.” Jessy got up, walked around the table, sat beside Damien, and put her hands on the table. “So first you got the clit, right? You can treat that with some love, get some juicy orgasms, but it’s really an appetizer to better stuff. You got the g-spot, and then there’s these sweet spots really fucking deep in there, and—”Jack threw up his hands. “Ok! Back onto the serious stuff.”Damien nodded, and a quick glance from him showed his joy at being rescued. “Did you.