5b. In the darkroom. It
As a small grasshopper will remember who follow my stories, we had a break inorder to discuss tits and ass on the beach, issues important to readers. And for readers who want to know where and how readers think. 
We resume the story of the dark room, seen from the point of view of it (the protagonist) who goes to a place of exchange with her boyfriend, and while her boyfriend is in a corner with a blonde, she has found a woman, and have been close to the groom, for the saw.
And so we left:
He shouted, still, do not stop (do not think he knew that pleasure was close), and in that, spread her legs, screamed, ending in an orgasm, her body soaked the mattress beneath her.
His legs imprisoned his hands: Hold still, let me two minutes, now you will come to you.
Have not been doing that these days, but pick up where we left.
He knelt beside me and stroked me with the fingertips, starting at the neck, behind the ears, down my nipples, my sides to my feet, slowly. My body wanted to be filled with it, fill it, I went over to kiss her, to kiss me.
- Shht, just my fingers.
His fingers slowly my body crossing a thousand fingers, a thousand hands on my skin, not touching barely ruffling the hair in its path. Fingers on my thighs, fingers between my thighs. He felt that it was a woman, was softer, but mostly, wiser. Because I wanted to focus, put your hand where I wanted, where needed, where I stroked.
- Let me
His fingers going into my body, going inside, the end that no one had tried to reach the entrance with its smooth muscle wall. My body now had focused on my gender, my sex inside. Feelings were unknown, different, who had not felt before.
He was still kneeling beside me, head tilted, eyes closed, all your senses focused on their fingers, as all my senses were in my body, in the small area of contact with her, radiating heat waves throughout my body. 
What had been a small point of light and heat in the center of my body was growing up all the space. I heard her breathing, more and more strong, more often. I had the feeling of being all of me a ball of light, a heat source, I heard my own cries, when suddenly, I was distracted by his other hand, was placed in my groin, making force. Too much force. I asked him to stop, I had to go to the bathroom.
- Let go, let it be, and I put a towel is the amrita. Not many women reach
He was still restless, I felt a feeling too well known. But the hands of the unknown, trying to join through my body were imprisoned in the bonds of desire. I felt the need to shout, stand up, the light radiated now my whole body, my muscles tensed one last time, I felt I could no longer retain the liquid inside me, and I let go, like a fountain, between my legs, while six, seven, ten pulses of light and heat are harbored in my sex, my breasts, my neck and I screamed. 
She then left her motionless hands, while still bringing the beats in my body shaking, reproduced more and more gently, in an orgasm that lasted minutes.
June 16th, 2009 at 22:57
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