I slide the first two fingers of my right hand deep inside you and pump them hard the first few strokes. Then, turning my palm toward my chin, I curl ...my fingers and begin vigorously rubbing your G!I sense your impending orgasm and suck a little harder. The flicking of my tongue on your clit changes to more deliberate circles. I reach up to pinch your right nipple and find your hand already squeezing your breast, but you interlace your fingers in mine and give a mighty squeeze as the wave of. I divulged that I still masturbated, had been unfaithful a few times and had kissed girls when I was younger (didn't tell the full truth.) She was shocked by this but keen for me to describe how it felt.We continued talking about masturbation and discussed what got each of us off. I said I was more into clitoral stimulation while she said she was a fingers girl. I said that never did it for me and she said I wasn't doing it right.We were well into our second bottle and I boldly asked her to. Now, let's get you dressed. These will be a little big on you, but we'll make do."He searched the dresser for things he'd bought that didn't fit--they were too small. He found silk underwear, fleece pants and a flannel shirt. A pair of socks tucked into a spare pair of slippers gave her something for her feet.She solemnly looked into his eyes. She whispered; "You risked your life to save mine. You give me succor for no reason. You dress me in silks. You take me into your bed as your child. You. Soon my mouth was so full it started running out and down my chin. He finally let go of my hair allowing me to stand.As I wiped the cum from my face he said, "Wow that was amazzing mum, that was my first blowjob". Then he took me in his arms and kissed me. I felt his tongue struggling to enter my mouth so I parted my lips allowing it in. He began to push me backwards till I hit the kitchen table as he continued to kiss me. "Now its my turn" he said, and with that he lifted and sat me on the.