And what is she feeling right now? Thunderstruck would be an exaggeration, but stunned wouldn’t be, as Andy stared at the beautiful young women exiting her car, first one well tanned leg emerging, then the other, Julie rising from her vehicle, grasping her handbag and a second bag with one hand, straightening her dress with sweeping strokes from her other hand. Julie began to shake, her orgasm roaring through her yet again. Could Drew and I…? But its greatest asset for the evening, explained Sam, was its fold-out couch, often used to accommodate overnight guests. And then as he began to withdraw her moan followed with “no, Andy, no…” but stopped as he pushed his full length back into her, his first…no, her first full and easy thrust of his…anyone’s…cock. Gasps were followed by deep and protracted moans as her body continued to shake. Julie laid back, luxuriating in Andy’s caresses, his hands gliding across her body with greater and greater assurance; caressing her side, reaching behind to dance up and down her back (his “Julie” brain file recording her back as slightly wider, very slightly more muscular than Sam’s as his traveling hands fed the voracious brain files).
