We aren’t crime fighters or detectives. I came back in 1972. You came back this year. That bombing wasn’t until 1995. I don’t think we’re supp...sed to sit around for 22 or 23 years to right that one wrong.”“There are other things between now and then.”“Do you remember them? Who was involved? What were the dates?”“Well ... no. I don’t remember those details.”“Neither do I.”“So why are we here?”“I don’t know.”The two of them turned to looked down at the creek below. In a way, ‘why are we here?’ is. We fucked on the sofa. We ate delicious lunch and had delightful sex on the bed. Slept hugging each other without wearing anything. Woke up in the evening, ate snacks which were playfully kept above her boobs and pussy.She ate snacks along with dick which was placed on it. My dick was paining because it was hard from the morning and no rest is given. But I don’t want to miss the enjoyment. Later we ordered dinner. Ate together, placed the bed in the hall and fucked on it.Till 12 we were. Flicking my tongue across and round those hard nipples and taking them into my mouth and sucking, was a trigger for my dick to let me know that it/he was very interested and coming up to investigate.I continued kissing and licking down her stomach and the valley of her groins, feeling the tickle of pubic fur before sliding my tongue between the top of her pussy. Her legs spread wide allowing me to slide down between her legs and run my tongue between her small pussy lips.As my tongue slid into. All I can do is grin at his words in my ear, while my juices seep past that egg within me. Still wearing the egg? A quick nod from me before my eyes roam over my students chattering away in their groups. Have you cummed yet? My face flushes once again as I feel my nipples hardern once again within my bra. His inane grin turns into a chuckle. Sitting there, so terribly turned on, so horribly aroused, my pussy just needing something more to fill it. I know that look my wench… his cheeky bastard.