Back in the kitchen, grateful for the distraction of cooking, Andy wondered to himself “what’s happened to Julie? Twenty minutes for prefatory kisses, the beginnings of caresses and explorations, 10 more minutes for intense making out, perhaps some “manual manipulation” as she clinically called it, and then…in the sack. Sam had even thought of lighting and Andy went immediately to the small table lamp near the couch, turned it on and changed the pitch dark room to a dimly lit one, one where touch, sound, and imagination would supplement their reduced vision. “I’m worn out, Andy. As Sam felt her seemingly endless orgasmic waves slowly receding Andy held himself above Julie, her eyes first closed at the shocking pleasure of his cock’s head first entering her. Could Drew and I…? A simple ice cream dessert followed and they finally repaired to the living room, Sam seizing the easy chair so that her brother and her best friend were obliged to take the couch and smiled as Julie, taking the hint, sat close to Andy.
