We made love three times that night, but for some reason, I could not climax with her. Had I wanked off to much that week, I wondered. "Would you like me to do anything to help you? , I feel guilty that I've been orgasmic for hours and you've not come once".
"No, I think it's just nerves and excitement, this is all so different for me" I said. "And for me too, why didn't I let you do this the first time you hinted you were interested, I've never had so many orgasms in one night, I'm exhausted".
We wrapped ourselves together and fell into a deep sleep. The alarm was set for 5.30 am on my watch, J's suitcase was by the door, something she had organised before the show. At first light I was awoken by something. J slept on as I checked my watch...it was just after 5. I thought I'd pop outside and make us a coffee from the poolside kitchen. Pulling my long shirt on, I slipped outside and filled a kettle.
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If God had intended that people should go around totally naked, we'd all have been born that way."
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