"Le's go in the bathroom and wash the oil offa me an' the... whatever offa you, then we can go back to bed an' you can poke my pussy some more," Tabit...ha suggested.The pair headed for the bathroom, Paul making the pro-forma demurral, "You don't have to..." You gotta boner, an' I gotta itch, 'way up inside. Le's not complicate things by keepin' score," Tabitha replied. "Can I use that?" she asked, motioning to a washrag on the bar."I don't put them up for show," Paul replied, displaying the. We pumped at each other with practiced ease; but no matter how many times we had made love recently, I was still amazed at the "perfect" feeling that came with the act itself. In these moments, Lisa and I were one being, one soul. Every sensation of pleasure she felt was transmitted directly into my brain, and vice versa. I knew I could never get enough of this feeling, I was addicted to it like the greatest drug ever created.No matter how long we spent gazing into each other's eyes and. I look at myself in the mirror, my cheeks red and my hair ruffled. I can feel my pussy becoming wetter and wetter. I sit down on the floor and slide my panties down to my ankles and then kick them off across the bathroom tiles.I bend my knees and tease my pussy with my hand, circling my clit over and over. I gasp softly and bite my lip, to muffle any sounds I make. I close my eyes and lean my head back against the wall as I slide one finger into my soaked pussy. Another finger goes in and I. When he closed his fingers around that second nipple and squeezed hard at the same time as he bit down gently on the first one I almost thought there might be a truth to the stories about nipple play orgasms. I heard myself whimper loudly and felt him tug wildly at the buttons of my pants. I pushed his hands away and finished my own buttons. Then I leaned in and started pulling at his clothes. We somehow managed to remove his jacket and shirt and now it was my turn to stare with wide eyes. He.