Julie then began to tell me what she liked and wanted me to do to her. It was fascinating, she had done it to me, and I had enjoyed it and now she was...telling me how to do it to her and it was just like she had done it to me. I still had a lot to learn.I began to do as she told me. I put my fingers into her and felt her soft G spot, then I pushed two of my fingers further up into her pussy and felt her cervix.This was fantastic. I was learning more about myself that I had ever known. I had. While our tongues were busy in a wrestling match,my hands as if by their own accord massaged her boobs.As i squeezed her perfect mound on her chest a light gasp escaped her mouth.My hands now travelled to her back and found her sexy ass,i gave a firm squeeze on it.Rachael moaned into my mouth.I broke off the kiss and kissed her along the neck,collarbone.I got on my knees so that my face was directly in front of her crotch,i could feel Rachael's breathing getting heavier.I pushed my hands. . occupant.”“I couldn’t stand someone else in it,” she said. “I have money. You have men. Let us build another ... a house in the trees by the creek.”“What of your project?”“I was never so frustrated,” she said.“One thing leads to another,” he said.“It’s never as simple as you think,” she said.“No plan of action survives the first bullet,” he said.They stopped.“Murphy’s Law,” they said.“You should get dressed,” he said. “I may be old but I am a man.”“I should get dressed,” she said, suddenly. I barely managed to unbuckle my chest piece before I passed out.I didn't hear anything for the rest of the night, but my subconscious must have been listening, because when the song I'd chosen was played in the tent next to mine, it haunted my dreams. I couldn't remember the images when I woke, but the melody of Shania Twain's "It only hurts when I'm breathing" was stuck in my head.Hope life's been good to you since you've been gone I'm doin' fine now - I've finally moved on It's not so bad -.