She made me swear to do that too as all the other girls loved being there and no-one wanted to ruin it for the others.I had seen enough to be positive... that I could keep what I saw to myself and through time we became a close knit group acting and talking as if we were all grown-up, it would not be too long before my new found attitude would be tested, as the girls enjoyed their seclusion in the countryside on the farm, entertaining ourselves, with drink and the practice of stroking the horses. That heightened state of sexual arousal can only rarely be achieved with one man alone; repeated penetration by many male lovers might be sufficient, but in their urgency, men still fail to think of their lover’s deepest needs, often leaving her on the edge of something amazing, but never quite reaching the highest plateau of carnal delight.It is so sad that the majority of women never fulfil the divine gift that resides within them or know the exquisite ecstasy when their whole body and mind. My mouth opened to you, rejoicing at your taste, the feel of your tongue sliding into me, seeking all the most sensitive places there. My hands roamed slowly over my silk covered skin... gently tracing the soft curve of my shoulders, the contour of the muscles in my upper arms... down my sides... my hands were the instrument, but it was your touch that I felt.When your hands found my breasts I whimpered with relief at the sensation of your warm hands finding my tender flesh and hard little. ’ I just nodded. ‘Sure you don’t.’ He just looked at me for a moment and then changed the subject. ‘Anyway, I’m sorry about your mother,’ he said. ‘I know what you’re going through.’ I had almost forgotten that his mother was dead. ‘Maybe.’ He nodded. ‘Yeah, I do know,’ he said. ‘You’re pissed. You’re hurt. You feel abandoned.’ I looked at him for a moment and nodded. ‘Yeah. I’ve been so angry with her.’ He nodded. ‘I know I was young when my mother died. I don’t remember a whole lot about the.