So we kept having sex that just got better everytime .We both learned more on what was happening with her pussy and my cock as we new that the feeling... we felt were not only sexual but emotional.Being young just made learning that touching each other and watching each other mature me starting to get peach fuzz then learning that the feeling of a orgasm that felt so special would only get better.It took both of us to tell one anoyher what the feeling was as we did it likewhen I first was told by. For me, they feel like wings.You tease me again, leaning in as if to give me a kiss, but this time I can’t stop myself. I pull my hands down and bury them in your hair, I-“Hey! I haven’t said you could let go y-”Your weak attempt to hold back, to maintain the fantasy, falls flat as your lips melt into mine, as I move my hands down your spine.We laugh as I roll you over; we’ve left the safety of the blankets and the grass tickles and caresses our skin. But we laugh into each other, twisting and. She wasleaving me an escape, but if we were really going to make thismarriage work she had to understand completely. "Laura, the thing is. This is more than a fantasy for me. Icouldn't or wouldn't tell you because I didn't want you to thinkI was a, . a sissy." I got the word out again. Now for the hardpart. "But I am a sissy, or I'd like to be, a sissy." It was myturn to lock eyes with her, and I did. As she regarded me, Irealised that she'd known this from the beginning. I. You grabbed the bulb and wiggled it asking me, "What's this? Hmmm?" with an evil grin and a wicked gleam in your eye. You didn't seem to be too shy the few times before when you'd use your tongue and fingers on my pussy and you'd slide a finger into my asshole bringing me off to another fantastic orgasm. I had never asked but I didn't think anal would be that far of a jump for you. I had been surprised before when I had playmates that wouldn't go near my little asshole. How could you not want.