She gently caressed Anna's lips andAnna's...other lips. With a hungry smile, she knelt down and pulled downthe panties. With a wiggle from Anna, she p...lled them down her legs. Shethen reached down and kissed Anna just above her clitoris. Her tongueslipped slowly around the clitoral hood and lovingly caressed theclitoris itself. She started kissing and licking the clitorisrepeatedly. Each little touch was sending waves of pleasure throughAnna's body. She moaned and sighed, completely oblivious. .”“Now, honey,” Vicky consoled him, thinking that her husband was embarrassed by their little fantasy. “It’s all right. Lots of people have their fantasies. I’m sure Joey knows that.”Ric sighed and didn’t say anything for a moment, then reached out and squeezed Vicky’s arm. “Let’s see if we can find some game, okay?” he grinned at her.Vicky grinned back, knowing all was forgiven, although she hadn’t the foggiest idea what was being forgiven, if anything. ‘Must be Joey, ‘ she decided, because. ’ This struck me, violently. I had tried so hard to express the feelings and experience of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, without revealing too much of myself, and this woman was calling me out on it. I was shaken by her blunt candor, and said so. One of the things I said in my book was ‘no one has time for your bullshit,’ and I meant it. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to put you in the uncomfortable position of telling me to fuck off by asking you how you ended up with PTSD, I just wanted you. With my hands on the back of his head I guided him to take some more of my cock every time I pushed in. I could feel the back of his throat, he’d obviously done this before and he was lustfully sucking hard as I penetrated deeper and deeper. Precum and saliva began to dribble out of his mouth as I started to fuck his face. I could feel an intense orgasm start to build up and I tilted my head back and listen to the wet sound of me shoving my dick down his throat. His lips were tightly enveloped.