My feelings as I watched her come were a little strange, it was almost like a kind of triumph that I'd found myself able to do that psychologically or physically. I didn't know what to make of that, I'd just made a woman orgasm and I wanted to do it again, I was going to do it again. I didn't give her the chance to settle or to argue, as she lowered herself back onto the bed, still twitching with orgasmic aftershocks, I slid my fingers down her cleft and into her vagina. I thought at first that she was going to complain, to try and say that she needed...