After a few seconds and without any further guidance from Julie Andy made one last thrust and pushed his cock for its full length into her. He fussed about opening it, poured glasses for all, and announced that he would attend to dinner as the women chatted. First and most obviously his cock began responding to Julie’s gentle and tactile entreaties, her soft cupping of his balls, her soft stroking, eliciting more and more groans from Andy. He took her into an embrace and kissed her a second time. That done, he lay with her again and, between kisses, shifted above her, reached between them, found his cock, and began to gently pass it up and down her opening, coating it with her slickness, smiling at her gasp as it rubbed against her clitoris. “Ahhh…god…that’s…that’s…sooo good,” she whispered almost to herself. As Andy cupped, fondled, lightly squeezed Julie’s breasts her breathing now became panting, her moans (like Sam’s, he thought, but somehow deeper) coming more and more frequently. His control returned, he began his thrusts again, she
