Her pussy was cleanly shaved and obviously moist. She shuttled her ass to the edge of the desk and pulled her heals up onto the desk spreading her leg... even wider and opening her pussy fully. She was literally dripping. I leaned between her legs and started li cking her from her asshole to her clit in long strokes. As I continued she moaned her appreciation of my tongue. “You are so good at that - your tongue is wonderful. I am going to really enjoy working with you Jack. Whatever you do right. Her full lips were parted in shock, displaying her small tongue. She was wearing a thin white nightgown that showed more of her wrinkled, saggy DD breasts than I wanted to see. It had slits up the sides, which were rather revealing on a gown that already ended mid-thigh. She was obviously not wearing a bra, and her nipples were rock hard. Her pale white skin was covered in freckles or liver spots, and her thick arms and legs both sagged slightly. Oh god, she said softly before shutting the. I let myself go after his father’s death to the point of hardly going out. Kevin has had to do everything for me outside, from shopping to even getting a job so we could survive.I let myself go in other ways as well, from a curvy size 12 to a larger plump 22, even my 44f bras are straining now. Every morning is a strain pushing and tucking all my flab in to one of my many girdles or bras. My husband liked me to wear girdles and stockings and now it is an essential part of underwear to hide my. Being a post-Valentines Day event launched on 15 February, I wanted the opposite of a romance story. I was thinking of a end-of-relationship, revenge, break-up story, perhaps with some sort of movie involved, with short clips stitched together reminiscent of that short sharp cinema ad break. Anyway, I came up with this bitter little story.PEARL AND DEAN“Damn it, Dean, careful with that camera gear. Put it in my room, while I check out the spa.”“On it, Pearl,” I said, trying to ignoring the.