Dinner and Andy’s cooking were the subject of considerable praise from the two young women who showed the truth in their praise by accepting seconds of Andy’s spaghetti bolognese, his made-from-scratch Caesar salad and crunchy garlic bread. A pause as her breathing returned and then another inch, another gasp. No…we can’t, we talked about it. Another inch, another gasp, and he judged he was half way into Julie and wondered how long he could restrain himself. A very slight response from Julie. Julie felt the pleasure with each of Andy’’s thrusts just as much, but now, anticipating the pleasure, was able to more quietly take him, gasps and moans replaced with whispers of encouragement, quiet encouragement, subtle expressions of the progress of her mounting pleasure. Even outside the room, even in the throes of her own orgasm, Sam could hear Julie’s louder and louder “Yes, god, Andy, yes, that’s it…please…keep it up.”
And keep it up he did, happily, as he began the slow and deep strokes that he knew Julie’s virginal pussy needed. For her part she could hardly believe this was happening. Ahhh, he thought, the taste, as he was suddenly gripped with an overwhelming need to taste all of her.
