The Lady Golfer 4

I added my forefinger and felt her muscles contract against me as I slid both digits in, to the knuckle, curling them to stimulate her G spot. Sandra raised her hips to meet my exploratory fingers and groaned louder. I started sliding my fingers in and out, slowly and deeply, using longer and longer strokes until I was brushing her clitoris and she was writhing and moaning. Towards the end I used my two fingertips to masturbate her and she came in a shuddering climax which crashed through her as I held her in my arms, leaving her limp and damp with sweat.

We lay still for some minutes as the sunset glow faded, echoing Sandra's passion. 'Are you ok?' I asked, eventually. Her face was a dark blob in the gloom against the white of the pillows.

'Oh, Michael, that was wonderful. I wanted to slow you down but I couldn't, it was just so... so intense!'

'Do you still want to...?' I asked softly.

'Of course!'

I rolled away from her and took off my Y-fronts; the crotch was soaked with my semina