Kat Confessions - #1 Fucking the Teacher for a Grade

I thought it might be fun to start a new feature called Kat Confessions. I have plenty of secrets. Yes, I even have secrets I haven't shared with you, Prowlers. I thought I'd start with the time I fucked my way to a passing grade in a class.

I was a freshman in college.  The course was Calculus. Before I go any further, I need to say that I have since mastered the subject, but at the time it made no sense to me at all. I was really struggling, so the day before the deadline for dropping classes I went to the professor to let him know I'd be dropping the course.

He tried to talk me out of it. I did the best I could to explain to him that I could not afford to fail the class. I participated in some activities for which I had to maintain academic eligibility, and one of those was tied to scholarships. I wasn't going to let calculus  interfere with that.

Then he said, "What if I could guarantee you a passing grade?"

"How could you do that?" I asked.

He proceeded to tell me he would guarantee me a passing grade if I came to every single class session (not even one absence), turned in every single assignment, took every single test and quiz, and attended every small group tutoring session (offered five days a week in his office).

I clarified, "So even if I fail every test, I'll still get a passing grade as long as I do those things?"

"Yes," he said. "And one more thing....."

He paused. I got nervous. I was afraid he was going to say that I had to show positive progress over the semester (seriously, I had no clue what was going on in that class), so you can imagine how I relieved I was when he said that he wanted me to sleep with him once a week throughout the semester. That was the final requirement.

His inclusion of the sex part didn't come out of the blue. A couple of weeks before, I ran into him at a party. I was drunk.  He was charming, and he had a British accent.  Girls can't resist men with foreign accents. He was substantially older than me; I had just turned 18 and he had to be in his late 40's. But when he offered me a ride home as I was stumbling out of the party, the age difference didn't bother me at all. As he was driving toward my dorm, he asked, "Would you mind if we went to my place instead?"

There was a tiny voice inside me that was whispering that it might not be a great idea to fuck my calculus professor, but I arrogantly thought that I was a wise and worldly woman, so I agreed.

He lived about 40 minutes from campus, up in the mountains. The drive gave me plenty of time to start sobering up, which was disappointing because now I couldn't fool myself into thinking that I was drunk and unable to make rational decisions. No, I was heading fast to the sober side of the stream of thought and I was about to fuck my calculus professor. I turned and looked at him.  Yes, he had a British accent.  Yes, he was smart. But he really wasn't very attractive, at least not to an 18 year old girl woman. I remember thinking, I really hope he has a big dick.

We got to his house, which was really more like a cottage, a darling little place, and we went inside. He asked if I wanted some tea.  I didn't.  He pointed to the other room and said, "The bathroom is in there. The bed is over there.  You can hang your clothes on that chair.  I'll be in shortly." No pretense of romance. No getting in the mood. Okay.  I took off my clothes and crawled into bed. A few minutes later, he came in with a cup of tea in his hand.  He sat on the edge of the bed and drank his tea, making small talk. I can't even remember what he was talking about, but the whole situation seemed strange to me.

When he was finished with his tea, he stood up and took off his clothes and switched on the overhead light. Up until then, the only light had been from a lamp in the next room and the light in the kitchen. The light was so blinding that I covered my eyes. Then he pulled the covers off the bed so I had nothing to hide under. He stood there looking at me for a moment and he said, "Well, Miss Kat, I'm going to enjoy fucking you."

That's when I noticed his cock.  It was erect, of course, but that's not the first thing I noticed. Damn, I thought.  Average. It wasn't a bad cock, but I really had been hoping for something spectacular.

I scooched over to the edge of the bed where he was standing and I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him. He exhaled loudly and grabbed me by the hair, guiding me to take him in deeply and come back until only the very tip was on my lips, then deeply again. He started moving me faster on him and moaning and I thought he was going to cum in my mouth, but instead he roughly pulled me off his cock and lifted his arm in the air so I was pulled up high on my knees and back a little. My hands were grasping for his hand to take the pressure off my scalp. My back was arched. My tits were thrust forward. I felt completely exposed in that brightly lit room. And for the first time, I was scared.

"You're too good at that, Kat," he said. "I don't want to cum yet. Not like that anyway." He pulled my hair tighter.  Was he really punishing me for being too good at giving head? I was confused.

He finally released me and pushed me back, telling me to lay on my back. As soon as I did, he grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. The height of the bed was perfect (I was sure that was no accident) and he slid inside me as he tugged me to closer to him one more time. I squealed a bit in shock, but he shot a chastising glance at me so I became quiet quickly. He grasped my ankles and spread my legs wide apart, and he started fucking me. It was slow at first, but within a couple of minutes it was forceful and violent.

He told me to keep my eyes on his. I was surprised at how uncomfortable that felt.  All I wanted to do was look away. Then he told me to pinch my nipples. And he fucked me harder.

I was there for about 6 hours and I did everything he told me to do. At times, he'd lay down to nap a bit.  When he did, he told me to kneel on the floor next to the bed, back a few feet so he could see me, with my knees spread wide apart and my hands clasped behind my neck. I could feel his cum dripping down my thighs, but I didn't dare move. When he woke up, he'd call me back to bed, tell me what to do, and he'd fuck me again.

As the sun was coming up, he came in my ass and then he told me to get dressed. I hurried to grab my clothes and I started getting dressed. He snapped at me, "No panties." He held out his hand and I handed him my panties.  Then I headed toward the bathroom.  He snapped at me again, "You can pee, but no cleaning up. I want my cum to be dripping out of you for awhile. And leave the door open."

What the fuck? I thought. This guy was weird, but it was kind of hot, too. I really wasn't sure what to think.

We went out to his car and before I got in, he told me to be sure to pull my skirt down far enough so I didn't get any cum on the seat. As we were driving down the mountain, he told me to give him my bra. I did.

As we approached campus, I reminded him what dorm to take me to, but he dropped me instead at the other end of campus, beyond the dining hall. When I asked him why, he said, "Give me your shoes.  You can pick them up in my office later."  I was still confused. Then he leaned over close to me and said, almost whispering, "Now, Kat, as you walk back to your dorm wearing the same clothes you wore last night, but without shoes, bra, or panties....and with my cum dripping out of your pussy and ass and running slowly down your thighs, I want you to think about what a slut you are. And as you walk by everyone heading to the dining hall for breakfast, I want you to think about how they know you're just coming in from a night of being fucked like a whore. Walk slowly, and think about that."

Then he kissed me - a deep, passionate kiss, the only kiss of the "date." After the kiss he said, "You really are a good fuck." I got out of the car and walked slowly back to my dorm, just as he told me to. My thighs and eventually my calves, too, were slick and wet with his cum. I saw a group of girls looking at me and whispering to each other. I saw several guys just starting at me as I completed my walk of shame. When I got back to my dorm, I went straight to the shower.

So, when he included weekly sex in his "offer" of help with my grade a couple of weeks later, I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew he wasn't just going to use my body, but I'd be getting weekly mind fucking as well.

I needed a few minutes to think about it. If I just dropped calculus, I'd have to take it again, and I'd be right here in this same position. But if I took it, I had to pass.  Failure could not be an option. And I knew there was only way I was going to pass. I told him ok.

There were ten weeks left in the semester at that point.  I attended every class, did every assignment, took every test and quiz (and failed them all), and attended every small group tutoring session. And every Thursday night at 7:00 I drove up to his house and did whatever he wanted me to do until 7:00 a.m. Three times, there was another girl there when I showed up, and he played with both of us and had us play with each other. Once, I had a chance to chat with her when it wasn't Thursday night.  I ran into her at the library and we found a private place to talk and it turned out that she had a similar arrangement with him, but she wasn't handling it so well. To me, it was like a business arrangement.  To her, it was.....something very ugly and humiliating.

There were three weeks left in the semester. I went to his office one afternoon and told him to let her out of the deal - just give her the passing grade and let her go. He said, "I will, but only if you cover her sessions, plus three more." That would mean that when we started the new semester, after winter break, I would have to do six more sessions with him. "But you let her go now, right? She can stop going to class, everything, and she gets a passing grade."  He smiled and nodded his head.  I felt relieved. "Okay then," I said. "I'll see you in class," and I left his office and went to tell her.  She cried.  We stayed good friends for years, and we did more than a few threesomes together.

The semester ended and grades came out. I got a C. Damn him, I thought.  Couldn't he have given me a B? That was the first and only C of my life. I had been a straight A student - until then. I couldn't really fault him, though.  A "C" was a passing grade and that's what he had agreed. It occurred to me that I could have negotiated that grade to be an "A" back when we were first striking the deal, but I clearly wasn't smart enough.

I called my friend.  She got her C, too. She was just glad it was over.  To be honest, so was I, except that it wasn't completely over for me, but the hard part was.

I went home for Christmas break and when I came back to campus there was a note in my mailbox. It was unsigned.  All it said was, "You owe me six sessions.  I'll see you Thursday at 7:00."

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If you missed the December Sex Blog post on Holiday Sex, find it here.

10 Tips for Three-Way Sex

It's just about every man's fantasy - having sex with two women at the same time. Extra points if they're twins, right? You've finally talked your wife/lover/girlfriend into it. What could possibly go wrong?

A lot.

It's not as simple as it sounds. There are technical issues to be considered. Women can easily accommodate two cocks at the same time, but men only have one dick...and it can only go in one soft, tight warm place at a time. And there are emotional issues. Seriously, it can be an emotional minefield.

I'm not going to tackle the technical issues here. The porn industry has done that for us. I'll focus on the emotional and relationship issues since those are the ones that cause all the problems.

Since I've had the pleasure of enjoying more than a few three-ways over my lifetime, I thought I'd share some tips to help you get it right. There are variations to the 3-way theme, of course - two women and one man, two men and one woman, three women, etc.  Most of my suggestions will apply to most situations, so I'm going to focus on fmf, two women and one man, the subject of thousands of porn movies and millions of wet dreams.

1. Talk about it beforehand. Discuss with your lover how you would like it to go.  Discuss any limits you have for playing with a third.  Are you ok with him kissing her? Will you be ok if she doesn't want you to have vaginal intercourse with your new friend? What makes you nervous about the idea?  Do you both feel comfortable with it?
2. Expect the unexpected. No matter how well you may have planned it, something will not go as you expected. Maybe one of you wants to stop and leave in the middle of it or maybe you (speaking to the men, here) can't "perform." Ladies, what if your lover gets so into the other gal that he completely ignores you? Seriously, these things happen. Have a plan for them.  Know what you'll do so you don't end up in a panic.
3. Remember that emotions are unpredictable. Your partner may be telling you that she's fine with it, that she is really excited about it, that's she's looking forward to it, and all of that is probably true, but it doesn't mean that she won't become an emotional mess as soon as things get started. I am assuming here that you and your partner have a romantic or love relationship.  If you're just fuck buddies, go for it! By the way, guys, sometime you think it's a fuck buddy relationship and she thinks it's more. Just a heads up. But as I was saying, the reality of seeing someone you love having sex (or deeply kissing, or...or...or...) someone else can be very hard to take, even if you agreed to it. The first time I tried a 3-way with Hubby was a disaster. I had already been part of several before then, so neither of us expected that there would be a problem. However, the second I saw him kiss her, I burst into tears. I experienced an eruption of emotion that overtook me completely out of the blue. To his credit, Hubby called a halt to everything and he and I left, which is exactly the right response to the situation. If he had kept going, hoping I would get comfortable with it eventually, I would have had to leave. And it wouldn't have been pretty when he got home later. 
4. Be prepared for even the most confident woman/man to experience some insecurity.  I've known some absolutely gorgeous and sexually free women who avoid 3-ways because of their own body issues.  And if porn-film-body women have body image issues, you can be certain than the rest of us do, too. And this isn't just a female issue. Men worry about the other guy having a bigger cock or perfect six pack abs or...or...or.... Until you all get to know each other and are comfortable with each other, body image issues will be "the elephant in the room."  Handle this upfront by reassuring your partner (Oh, Baby, I *love* your tits, etc.) during the act.
5. Focus more on your partner than the third player.  Men, this means you should focus three times more on your partner than the other woman.  Otherwise, she will perceive it as you giving all the attention to the other woman. Women, you need to give your partner at least twice the attention you give to the other man. Three-ways that go bad usually go bad because of this issue - the woman feels that she's being ignored. Not only will it piss her off, but it will light a match to every insecurity she's ever had and an emotional eruption is likely, either right then and there or later.
6. Guys, show some discipline. I know you're excited.  I know this is a dream come true.  Yes, maybe your new playmate has a much better body than your partner and all you want to do is play with that sweet fresh pussy all night, but show a little bit of discipline and focus on your partner. It will pay off. Besides, it's just polite.
7. Focus on comfort in the beginning, then pleasure.  Gentlemen, here's a hint to help you navigate the emotional rapids I've just described. Spend the first half of your time together focusing on your partner. That doesn't mean ignore the other person, of course, but devote most of your attention to your partner.  Make sure she has a really, really good time. Make sure she has no doubt in her mind at that moment that you care about her very much. Once she feels secure, she will probably direct you to play with the other woman or she will encourage your activity in that direction. 
8. Take your time. Unless it's a mutual masturbation session, it's going to take longer for three people to be satisfied than for two. Don't rush it. It's supposed to be fun and pleasurable. Enjoy the foreplay. Enjoy watching your partner and the other person play with each other. This doesn't happen every day, ya know! Savor the moment.
9. Debrief afterward. After it's all over, the third party has left, and you and your partner both have your clothes on, talk about how it went.  What worked for each of you and what didn't?  Check in with her about how she is feeling. Don't just assume it was great for her.  Be honest about what you would like to do differently next time (if there is a next time). Most importantly.......
10. Be Grateful. The reality is that most women will not be interested in having a 3-way with you, Gentlemen.  It's not because they are not interested or curious, but because of the body image and emotional security issues I mentioned above. If you are in a romantic relationship with a woman who is willing to try it with you - even once - you are very fortunate. Women like that are rare. Be sure you say "thank you" and that you demonstrate your gratitude to her in whatever way is appropriate given the parameters of your relationship. 

After the disastrous first try at 3-way that Hubby and I had, we talked about it and tried again.  That time we set some rules (no kissing her, etc.) and it went better.  I was still an emotional wreck afterwards, but at least I made it through. Eventually, I became secure enough  that he wasn't going to leave me for one of those other women that I was ok with it. None of it was logical or rational, but that didn't matter.  Emotions are what they are. At another time we played with one of his friends (a man) and he (Hubby) made the rule that the other guy wouldn't be allowed to fuck me. Yeah, men have their issues, too.

The reality of a 3-way rarely lives up to the fantasy, but that doesn't mean it can't be great. It just means that you should moderate your expectations, go with the flow, and be prepared for the unexpected.

Occupational Hazard

Well you're in for a treat! This is one of those rare moments when a mistake results in something good! I have put a fair amount of effort in keeping my identity private, mom would be a little shocked after all, but *poof* just like that my cover was blown when one day in a rush I sent an email from the wrong account. Lucky for me it was isolated. Even more lucky for me they liked what they found. AND lucky for you one of them wanted to contribute! My friend, Dusky Dawn, has written a delicious little fantasy. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

-DauntlessD

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Excitement coursed through my body like surges of white-hot, sensual lightning. The raw power of passion and intrigue had my every nerve feeling raw and exposed. I felt as though any casual observer could see the sparks of desire flying off my skin as if I were from some B-rate sci-fi movie. I had long fantasized about this moment, played it out a million ways in the privacy of my mind, and now it was finally happening and my head was spinning, trying to keep up. I wanted to “be” in the moment, to savor every touch, every new sensation, but I also wanted to commit every second to memory to be lingered over later; indulged in over and over. Who knew if I would ever stumble upon this once in a lifetime opportunity ever again? As the saying goes, “lightning only strikes once,” or some such thing.

I reflected back on where this began. I was in my massage room, where I spent the better part of each day as a Massage Therapist. The candlelight flickered, dancing on the walls in an erotic peach glow. The music quietly wove its way into my conscience, teasing my senses and eliciting an undercurrent of romance and sweetness where previously had only been the carnal, sexual energy of base, primal urges as old as time itself. The scents of lavender and Arnica, thick and heady, beguiled my senses as I warmed the oil in my heated palms. The client on my table could have been anyone. She, face-down and unaware of the sexual tension threatening to boil over in me at any moment, was in her own blissful world of relaxation and not a part of my equation in any way. And yet, as much as she personally did not contribute to my sexual effervescence, her body was a conduit for my roiling thoughts. As I ran my warmed, oiled hands down the length of her olive-skinned, tight, toned body, my thoughts ran to the events that had taken place the previous evening.

It started out innocently enough. As we did many nights, my friend Jenna and I stopped by our friend Scott’s for drinks after work. We had each dated him at one time or another; somehow we all managed to remain friends in spite of it. Eventually, several drinks into the evening, we made our way out to the hot tub. The summer night was full of promise and intrigue; the stars winked their approval overhead. As we sat, laughing, drinks in hand, Scott began to run his foot up my long, smooth leg. I chanced a look at him from beneath lowered lashes, and then quickly sneaked a look at Jenna. She was unaware of what he was doing under cover of darkness and water. His foot was now stroking my inner thigh. “Scott!” Jenna squealed. Apparently she was receiving the same treatment. Emboldened by a mixture of liquid courage and the intoxicating scent of night-blooming jasmine hanging thickly in the balmy summer air, I moved over to Jenna’s side of the hot tub. Looking Scott dead in the face, I leaned in and began to kiss Jenna. Although caught off-guard, she kissed me back, her wet hand sliding up my neck and finding its way into my long, dark hair. I watched as Scott froze in place – shocked and more than a little turned on. His face, now looking a bit pained, drained of all color. I made sure he could see my tongue tracing the shape of Jenna’s lower lip, and slowly I pulled the purple triangle of her bikini top aside to reveal a very full, perfectly shaped, perky breast graced with a dark pink, hard nipple. I grazed her nipple with my long, French-manicured nails, and measured the weight of that beautiful breast in my hand.

I heard a low moan and the sound brought me back from my reverie. My hands were methodically kneading the tension away from my client’s tight shoulders, and I realized that her sounds of pleasure and release had been cleverly intertwined in my thoughts. As my oiled, talented hands moved down to the gentle slope of her low back, which curved into her magnificently rounded ass, my thoughts slipped back to the kiss I had shared with my friend Jenna.

Jenna and I had never talked in advance about what we were now doing. Later, we discovered we had each had our own fantasies, and in this moment, we were experimenting with something we had only done in our dreams. Jenna’s mouth trailed hot kisses against my cool, wet skin, making it’s way to my breasts. She pulled aside my bathing suit top and greedily took my cold, hard nipple into her hot mouth. My head fell back in ecstasy. My eyes involuntarily fluttered closed. Her hand closed over my other bared breast. ”Quite a hand full,” she giggled sexily. I felt warm breath against my neck. Scott’s stubble from a day’s growth was teasing my skin as he began to kiss behind my ear and down my exposed throat. I fought for a coherent thought. When did he make his way over from his previously voyeuristic position, I hazily wondered. Jenna’s hand had made it’s way south. She gently teased the apex of my thighs, applying slight pressure to my clit through my suit. My back arched, pressing my mound into her willing hand. The sensations I was experiencing were building so fast I felt as if I was cresting the top of a mile-high roller coaster. As Jenna slipped her fingers past my suit and into the slick folds of my eager pussy, I heard another groan, realizing this time it was me. My hand flailed, grasping for purchase, finding the side of the hot tub, as Jenna’s fingers slid in and out of me. I was pulsing, aching for release. Scott moved closer to me, pressing his bucking cock against my thigh. My hand slid into the water, and as if by memory, wrapped around him and began to remind him of my many skills. Jenna whispered throatily in my ear, “I love how you shave your pussy....it’s ssssoooo smooth.”

Scott changed positions again, now sitting on the edge of the hot tub, his legs spread, feet resting on the step below. I shifted so that I was between his legs, and Jenna was behind me. I lowered my lips onto his cock, taking him deep in my mouth. He groaned, unable to contain himself. His hands were on my breasts, expertly rolling my nipples between his fingers. Jenna continued her ministrations to my pussy. Suddenly, she squeezed the underside of my ass cheek, near my pussy with her other hand. This was my undoing. With my mouth full, I groaned deep in my throat, a low, guttural release, as over the edge I went, pulsing throbbing, every muscle in my body spasming in glorious release. Simultaneously, Scott moaned, pulsing, releasing into my mouth his hot juices.

“Ohhhh yeaaaaah!” My petite little massage client murmured, stretching like a cat waking from a nap. “THAT was incredible!” She exclaimed. “You always know exactly what I need. That’s why I only come for...I mean, TO, you,” she said, a bit sheepishly. “I will DEFINITELY be back next week!”

And I, will try to focus more on you next time, I thought guiltily to myself.

Friday Fantasy - Lust Found

This is the conclusion of the fantasy story written by myself and Cara, Read Part 1 if you haven't already. Enjoy.
-DauntlessD

Jim steps forward and extends a hand in greeting, “It’s nice to meet you Mary.” Mary shakes his hand then gives him a friendly hug, “Sue’s told me so much about you, it’s nice to meet you too”, she replies.

Mary turns and steps toward Sue with a mocking smile, “However it would have been nice to get a phone call letting me know we were having company.” Putting an index finger gently under Sue’s chin she draws her in kissing her on the lips. Jim notices the kiss linger a bit longer than expected, the corner of his mouth is drawn up in amusement. This is new, he thinks.

Mary says, “Go sit down and catch up. I’ll get us some wine -- or would you prefer a beer Jim?”

“A beer sounds perfect”, says Jim. Nodding Mary turns and heads toward the kitchen. Jim’s gaze follows the sway of her hips as she strides away.

Sue slaps Jim on the shoulder and he jumps. She flashes him a cheerful smirk, “Well it’s not hard to see that you like Mary.” Beckoning him out to the living room they sit opposite one another, Sue in a chair and Jim on the end of the overstuffed couch. Mary returns with wine, hands Jim his beer, then sits next to him on the couch.

Immediately after Mary had seated herself, Sue stands, “I’ll be right back”, she says then leaves the room.

Jim looks over at Mary and smiles and then finds himself puzzled, her demeanor has changed. She’s leaning toward him with half lidded eyes reflecting mischief and mock innocence. She turns placing a hand high on Jim’s thigh, he can feel the warmth of her fingers on his inner thigh. Confused and a little wary he looks toward the entryway wondering where Sue is.

“Jim, Sue has told me a lot about you”, Mary says. She leans in kissing him sliding her tongue into his mouth.

Jim enjoys the kiss allowing it to linger, but keeps his hands to himself. Where is Sue? How is she going to feel about this?, he wonders. Then he hears her, Sue clearing her throat. He looks up into Sue’s flat hard gaze. Her eyes flicker from Mary to the lipstick he is sure is on his mouth. His mouth falls open to speak, but no words come out.

Sue is very still as she looks down at them, in the silence the tension builds. Her flinty eyes turn on Mary. “I can’t believe you were going to start without me!”, mock anger oozes from her voice. “Well, let’s get him undressed”. She kisses Mary then begins to unbutton Jim’s shirt. Smiling as her fingers nimbly work she finds herself wishing for a camera so she could freeze the look on Jim’s face in time.

Clothes are shed along with inhibitions and Sue is laying on her back, hips on the arm of the couch. Her own hand on her breast twists her nipple. Biting her lip in anticipation she watches as Mary leans toward her sex. She gasps as fingers gently part her wet folds and Mary’s hot tongue makes light teasing contact with her clit, then glide down one of her pussy’s lips and up the other. “Mmmmmm...”, she moans and smiles contentedly looking up at Jim.

Mary is standing bending down to Sue, Jim behind her. She feels him trace a finger down her spine causing her to shiver. Sue open before her she breathes in her sultry, musky scent. She lovingly teases her with her tongue. Sue’s hips begin to rock, she slides one finger inside, then two. Behind her she feels Jim’s hard cock brush her inner thigh. Involuntarily she arches her back hearing herself and Sue moan in unison.

Jim hungrily looks down at Mary’s bare back. He slides his hands down her sides and grips her hips. He moves one hand around her front, down her belly, the other hand glides over her ass where both begin to explore Mary’s sex. He slides a finger insider her, Mary’s legs shudder. The moans of both women are in his ears. Indulging his eyes he takes in the scene before him, bare female flesh and curves. Looking directly into Sue’s eyes he raises his hand, wet with the juices of Mary’s cunt and tastes her. Sue contentedly smiles at him as he slides his pulsing manhood inside Mary. Grabbing Mary’s hips, he feels her shake and hears her muffled moan.

The three of them find a rhythm of escalating tension and urgency. Moans turn to frenzied sexual cries. Jim eyes stare intently into Sue’s never breaking contact. Together they share intimate memories of love they have shared, echos of the past reborn. One by one they each climax and even as Jim gasps and shudders with orgasm his eyes stay rapt locked onto Sue’s.

Lust lost has been found... plus one.