Alex's his hands were not idle. Eventually, almost by accident it seemed, they crept around to her buttocks. Slowly and sensuously his warm hands stroked her, not in a lewd way, more like play. He didn't seem to miss a contour. The feeling aroused even more of her, if that was possible.

"Alex that was great, please don't stop. Do it again exactly the way you did before, please."

Alex obediently nodded, sending additional shiver of passion up her spine and snuggled down deeper in her crotch. With a few quick stabs with his tongue he finally found her clitoris, which had swollen to a visible size and peaked out from under its protective fold.

"I found the little man, Jeane," he cried. "So that was what he meant," Jeane thought, "Boy, is this great." After many delicious minutes feeling his expertness raise her once again to dizzying heights, she involuntarily arched my back under the urging of his warm hands still massaging my buns. Another sharp cry erupted from her as a second and more intense climax arrived.

Alex paused for breath, now. He rose and knelt above her with a kindly smile on his face. "Did you like that?"

She was beyond speech, but her smile must have satisfied him for he asked no more.

She looked down at herself. She was all pink and white, stretched out on the sofa. Her smoothly rising ivory breasts were each crowned with a little pink nipple, proudly erect. Her smooth white legs, her inner thighs, gently curved to meet at, then feeling like her very soul, her crotch, where the silky pubic hairs nestled all around her passionately rising mons. The virginal labia swollen and ripe and, of course, her dear little clitoris, although hidden from her view, was stoutly erect, hungering once again for human contact. And now the moistness oozed out of her vagina, down her crack to disappear in the mattress below.