I had asked him to make an impression on Jilly. Robert and me kissing with our tongues while I watched the boy bring him to orgasm. Urging me to, “Fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt. This cup-less bra and g-string underneath your short, black dress with killer heels. I am Morgana, I have a high sex drive and I thrive on sexual excitement. Jilly was so relaxed while we had a bath together. Wanting to make love to you, lick your naked body like an ice cream. I love it.”
Trying to control my orgasm at that moment involved Jilly, my young bi-sexual partner being in control of my orgasm, her tongue and fingers were exquisite on my clit and sopping wet cunt lips, while trying to delay my climax, my orgasm while Roger masturbated for us. It was two-thirty in the afternoon when Jilly and me were sitting close together on our sofa, my man Robert sitting opposite watching. “You are so good Jilly, How old are you really?”
“Nineteen two months ago.”
Asking me, “Are you are a Gooner Morgana?”
Realising I probably was a Gooner, a sexual pleasure-seeker, always looking
