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ministrations took effect.  Richard had stirred within her as the woman began to vocalize her arousal.  He hadn't been able to resist stroking to the time of the moans coming from across the room.  By the time these had arisen to shrieks, Richard's had echoed them.  Then Susan had voiced her own orgasm.  The woman on the couch, by far the earliest to start, had been the last to finish.  Only when her moans had turned to sobs had her companion relented.
     
    Susan and Richard had resumed watching while the others caught their breaths.  Saying something like "You were very good," true as it might have been, had seemed out of place in the company of what had clearly been better.
     
    The man had been kneeling beside the couch holding the woman when she spoke.  "I really should.  Pat shouldn't have asked you.  That was wonderful and I...."
     
    "Let me guess, you don't do men."
     
    "Yes.  I mean no.  Pat knows that.  But you were so good."
 
    "Don't worry.  I understand completely.  As a matter of fact, I don't do men either.  You aren't leaving me on a desert island, you know.  I would guess that it will be physical ability rather than lack of companionship that limits me tonight.  Anyway, you don't owe me anything.  Pat called on me, and she knows that she always can."
     
    "I beg in to see why she married you."
     
    "Ah, but she didn't.  Anyway, ask..." he gestured to Richard, who identified himself, "ask Richard whether he enjoyed being in the same room with you then."
     
    "Very much," said Richard.
 
    "And I had the better seat for the show.  Now go straighten yourself out.  I'll never tell your friends that you enjoy men."
     
    All four of them had needed more than a little straightening out, in fact.  But Susan had caught up with the man somewhat later and drawn him into a reasonably private nook.  After a long, deliriously pleasant period (his mouth had been every bit as exciting her as she had guessed it would be) she had bent over a divan and drawn him into another nook which -- if hard to describe as private -- she had cleaned out for his occupation just before.  By that time, however, the purity from the previous douche had been overcome by the flowing of her juices.  He hadn't complained, and he had no fair complaint to make; he had evoked the entire flow himself, some of it by his mere presence and personality, but much of it deliberately.
     
    Any curiosity she had ever had about size had been satisfied in the autumn of her fifteenth year. Her parents, ignorant of the activities of her previous summer, had thought that any dates she had should be well chaperoned.  They had been pleased when she had reduced her interest in boys and taken up a new hobby of candle dipping in the basement.  She had even sold enough candles to exceed the cost of her materials, if not match their weight.  She had found that size did only so much for her.
     
    Shape, however, is a different matter.  She had found a year later that some boys could hit one spot within her some of the time, and that had made all of the difference.  From behind, with her bent over the furniture, her new lover had shown that he could do more than hit it; he had rubbed over it until she spasmed, and then had stroked across it until he had joined her response.  Then, cleaned up once again, he had taken her up to meet his family.
     
    "Sorry to leave you like that," Pat had said.
     
    "That's all right.  Keda and Tommy needed you, and the experience was delightful by itself.  As much as one might like Peking duck, a good porterhouse now and then satisfies other appetites.  And this lady, um..."
     
    "Susan," she had said.  They had been so intimate, but never exchanged names.
 
    "Susan more than relieved any stress that your friend's prejudices might have left."
     
    "That's kind of you Susan, but I hope you left a little for me.  You don't know until you nurse twins how frustrating breast stimulation can be by