Speaking a little of home, the base, work, and the local environment. Probably quite dull, but some of my loneliness and pain musty have shown through... because she replied. Shannon and I wrote each other weekly, our letters probably crossing paths somewhere over the reaches of the northwestern Atlantic. Each week I would look forward to her letter with an eagerness that was far out of proportion to the fact that I was corresponding with a lady that I had never met, and never seen. Although I. She was already starting to loosen up, really getting into the kiss and becoming less passive, but I wanted to surprise her and really excite her. I spun her around so she was facing the wall, and kissed her neck. She tilted her head back into me, and I could see her eyes were closed - good, time to move this along! I kissed my way down her neck to her back as I unzipped her party dress, continuing to plant kisses down her spine all the way to her lower back, where the zipper stopped. If she. "Jay looked up, seeing the golden stream of his mother's piss flying past his head. He lifted his face, and took the full force of her piss into his face, feeling it run down his chin, over his chest and into the river.But Shellie suddenly stopped pissing.She held it in, looking down at her son. She giggled. "Why, darling, your face is so wet with piss! You're not very fast in getting out of the way, are you?"Jay shook his head, grinning at her. He pushed his face into her cunt once again, and. ..” She couldn’t tell him.Jimmy had been watching her, and understood. He climbed to his feet, his cock pushing out with jerking hardness. Moving to his mother as his cousin watched, he stood at her side, taking her hand and placing it around his cock, then wrapped his arm about her waist, his hand moving up to cup one firm tit. “I think she means you can fuck her, Keith.”“Is that what you mean, Aunt Sarah?” Keith asked.Sarah jerked her head up and down, still not looking at him, her face.