Feel yourself. Varda looking down at doggie. You’re at my throat. Kevin,” Varda whispered. Oooo. Kevin told me he would come by after work and we would see. Are you wet?” She was feeling herself, nodding and breathing more. “Open your legs and pull up your dress,” I said. Going back to the couch I saw Varda’s hand resting on Kevin’s belly and playing with his limp cock, Kevin smoothing her hair and exchanging smiles. “What,” he asked. Neither of us ever wore knickers any more…it was our secret, and she told me how sexy she felt, how she wanted to have sex but didn’t know how to get started. I don’t want to wait any longer. Varda started crying: “He fits right inside. You won’t be sorry,” I said. He told us of his day and looked at us. “You’re hurting but don’t stop. It was weeks ago that I told her I didn’t have any answer but that if I ever did have sex I would help her get started.
