Mr. Johnston and I have just had phone sex. Wow!! My clit flutters again and my finger moves a little to still it, but when I touch it I realise that I still need to cumm again. Mr Johnston still on the line, I begin to move my fingers in response to the demands of my clit. Rubbing over it, going around in circles gently, increasing the pressure a little. I begin to feel my orgasm building up inside me. I can hear Mr Johnson saying something into the phone, I’m listening and responding.
I move the phone down to my pussie, still kneading my clit tenderly, round and round….I start talking then, but not into the phone, it’s still hovering over my pussie. “Mr Johnston, oohhhh, you’re going to make me cumm again sir!!oohh yessssssss, oohh Mr Johnston, I scream out as I cum for the third time with him on the phone. “Ohhh, yesssssss.” I try to catch my breath as I bring the phone back up to my ear as I pant into it. Is he still on the line?
“Mr Johnson, Sorry, but I had to cumm again. You turned me on so much” I saying, a little breathless again.
“Riley, honey, you sounded wonderful. Don’t ever, ever be sorry for cumming. You sounded fucking fantastic honey” he says.
“Oh Mr Johnston, I feel so wonderful. You feel the same way?” I ask.
“Absolutely my dear, absolutely.” As he hangs up , and thanks me,I know that he will be back for more later this week!
 I felt myself dozing off, the weekend came rushing back as fierce as before. I saw us again as your hand continued to open my legs gently. You were straddling me with your back to my face, as your fingers opened my swollen pussy lips. I could almost feel you as I envisaged your tongue coming down on me, exploring my swollen clit. I recalled how my body felt; hot, wanting and throbbing for more as your tongue slowly entered me, lapping at my hot juices, and as you delicately sucked my clit into your mouth.