The Book 33

   That was all I could remember of that torrid sex scene.  The

 next  thing  I knew after I woke up was Debbie,  cuddled up in my

 arms and Julie laying on the other  side  of  me  with  her  hand

 between my legs.  I looked at the clock on the night table and it

 was four o’clock in the morning so I decided I should wake Debbie

 because  maybe  she had to get home.   I gently tapped her on the

 shoulder and she opened her eyes.

      “It’s four o’clock, do you need to get home?”

      “Yes I do but first…”

      Debbie looked at me with her beautiful eyes and gave me  the

 most delicious and sensuous kiss I had ever experienced.

      She said to me in a very soft whisper,  “I want to thank you

 for a great evening.   I never came like that  before.    It  was

 great  and you were great and Julie was great and the whole thing

 was just wonderful.  Thank you.”

      “You’re quite welcome but I better get you home now.”

      I gently removed Julie’s hand so as  not  to  wake  her  and

 Debbie  and I softly got off the bed and walked downstairs,  hand

 in hand,  to get our clothes.   I really liked Debbie.   Not just

 because  she  was  fabulous  in bed but by the way she talked and

 acted,  she impressed me as a really sensitive person with  loads

 of  caring  inside her.   Who ever said the soft sensitive people

 couldn’t love to fuck.

      We helped each other get dressed.   She helped  me  with  my

 clothes  first  and  then I helped her.   I helped her put on her

 vest and I felt sorry that I had to hide her beautiful  tits  but

 when her vest was on it really didn’t hide too much anyway.

      It  was still dark outside as we opened the door and stepped

 out leaving Julie upstairs asleep to recover from her  exhausting

 night.   I held Debbie’s hand as we walked down the street to her

 house.