Yes. Strong genes they must be, to pull you into the air and look so much like him.” She looked away, pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and blew...her nose noisily. “This mist will persist until dark. Will you stay overnight? I have some petrol if you need it.”“Thank you,” I thought, and went on, “That would be good, as long as I’m not putting you out. Of course I’ve nothing with me but what I stand up in, Missus Slattersthwaite.”“Please, call me Edna. No problem. I’ve a few things of my late. I want Sara and Beth and Amelie and Jill — and even Catalina and Sophie — to be a portion of my life. But I can't accept them as a portion of my love life — regardless of whether you're with me."I thought I detected a little bit of relief in Bailey's eyes but I wasn't certain. Then I was sure I saw concern."I'm not so sure it isn't too late after this morning," she said. "But you're right, you and I need to spend some time together — alone — to see if the spark is still there. I, for one, hope. Emma raised her head and said, “Can I try?” “Sure,” said Kelly. They switched, Kelly under me and Emma behind. Her tongue danced over my pussy before she built up the courage to actually suck on my clit . When she did, a long deep moan escaped her lips and she said, “Wow, this is so nice.” “Ah, ah, it is, it sure is,” I said, on the verge of coming. I took Kelly’s clit between my lips, sucking and licking it. She pressed my head against herself and, as she came, so did I. I wanted to scream. There is something terribly dark and sensual about the sensation of her grool intimacy that lubricates my ravaged head. She leaves a little on the fingers of her left hand and smears my lips with her deepest grool flow, she gives me a wild, rough, possessive kiss not only on my mouth but of my soul. As I feel its hot and sweet taste in my mouth after my dreadful humiliation, I know, with frightening clarity, that I am crazy with passion for this awesome teen Marylou.“Now, I take off the metal.