A Boy and His dungeon XII
I woke on Friday with Jill straddling my hips, my cock deep inside her. She worked her hips in a slow elliptical motion, a dreamy look on her face. She stopped for a moment as her whole body shuddered. “That’s three,” she announced as she climbed off me, “and I’ll bet you need into the bath.” She was right. As I came out, she was dressing. I dug out clothes and dressed. She had disappeared down the hall. I followed, finding her in the kitchen digging for breakfast stuff while the coffee pot gurgled and hissed. Over second cups of coffee, Jill told me a lot about how women feel and and what they want. I realized just how shallow my understanding had been. We took our coffee out to the shed. With her advice, …