Mila seemed to know better than I did, because when we were both in the shower, without warning she turned the flexible shower attachment so that the jet of water played right on my slit. Taking her time, she rubbed her vulva back and forth over mine, slowly and deliciously. You need to realise that. I could see nothing, I could hardly breathe, and I couldn’t move or even feel my legs. Turning her hand palm up, she pushed in a second finger, crooking them so they stroked the front wall of my vagina, seeking my G spot, while her thumb rubbed my clitoris. “That tickles!”
She just laughed, and moved on up my shins to my knees. It gave me a feeling that I was safe, and, after a few minutes, I could go back to sleep. “I’m going to make lunch for you, Juliana.”
So she made me two egg and bacon sandwiches and sat watching me eat.
