She had read her sister's concerns perfectly and allayed them. Lela turned back to me and nodded.I gave the girls a quick tour of the digs. Melanie fe...igned interest in my music collection and I told her to play anything she wanted. I cater to various tastes in music so I have quite an eclectic collection. Melanie chose rap music. I hate rap music. Well, it was loud and I took the opportunity to lead Lela back to the master bedroom. We started kissing the moment I closed the bedroom door. Before. ”“Okaaay,” he replied uncertainly.“Show me how you stroke when you’re thinking of me.”He obliged.“Ooh, I like that. Like you want to fuck me slow and sensual. Not just ‘come and go in a heaving rush.’ ““I want to stir your cauldron. Start with a slow simmer and gradually rise to the full boil.”“Pull your foreskin up over the head. Yea, just like that. Now pull it down as far as it will go. Omigod! Again! Long strokes.”Tony saw through a haze of growing arousal that she was squirming on the. "You too," she says with a straight face. "You were my first, you know." "Wish I could say the same, but that was like nothing I have ever experienced. It was totally worth getting knocked up in my opinion-OH SHIT! I've got exams next week, and classes! I'm going to fail! We need to change back now!!!" "What have I been trying to tell you?" she says, mockingly. "Any idea how we might go about doing that?" She holds up a hand, and opens her mouth as if to answer, but stops and her hand falls. She began pumping slowly, in time with thrusting her hips, so that as she went in deeply, her hand drove downward. The heel of her thumb hit Charlene’s pubic bone, and her pinky finger knuckle compressed Charlene’s clitoris. Two or three strokes, and she began to build up momentum, but she still felt empty. As she reached her first plateau, and Charlene was moaning with every other thrust, she stopped. “This isn’t working for me, Honey,” Elaine said. She got up off the bed, and laid back down,.