” She said, “You don’t worry I will not waste a single drop of cum.” We laughed and jumped on the bed. I pulled her towel and threw it aside. ...I looked at her and my body reacted in a way that it never has before.Even in the throes of my deepest sexual passion I never felt like that. I looked at her and I started aching so deep inside. It took all in me to resist myself from pouncing on her. She was like the brightest flame and despite everything in me to resist I could not.I jumped on her and-. Time and a gentle touch would correct that. She wanted Laura and the emotional connection they had shared.Laura waited on the sofa to see if Susan was going to join Julie. After a few minutes, she heard the water running and realized Susan was still in the bedroom. She slowly got up and walked to the bedroom door, opening it slightly to see Susan sitting on the edge of the bed deep in thought.“Well, is everything alright?” Laura asked.Susan looked up at her and smiled. “Julie is an amazing. Teresa alone ruled by a look, a word, a gesture, this impetuous character, which yielded beneath the hand of a woman, and which beneath the hand of a man might have broken, but could never have been bended. Teresa was lively and gay, but coquettish to excess. The two piastres that Luigi received every month from the Count of San-Felice's steward, and the price of all the little carvings in wood he sold at Rome, were expended in ear-rings, necklaces, and gold hairpins. So that, thanks to her. No panties, I noticed. "Good morning, Gabrielle," I finally croaked, "that was really something." "Yes, I guess it was about five when you fell asleep, in my arms." I suddenly remembered everything in detail and the memory of two wild girls making passionate love stirred something down below. Gabrielle noticed and chuckled, "See it as an added bonus. Let me take care of that." She did just that while I finger fucked her. We both came and lay there, panting and staring at each other. With her.