It was not fair that we were so violently ripped apart. Questions rushed through me. Could I go on without her? Could I bear the wait until we were re...nited in death? Would her soul still love me when it was time for us to be together again? What would my wife, my love, my best friend, my lover want? Certainly life should go on. There should be happiness, new life, new lust, new love. But should the past love hang on? Would, should the spirit of the departed cling to the living through life,. I arch my back and finally release the loud groan I had to hold back while on the phone. One of his long fingers slips between my ass cheeks and finds my aching pussy lips. I push towards him, needing the touch, while rubbing my aching clit against his cock which sits in the perfect position for such a task. Another finger follows the first and he slides them up to my little nub, the elusive g-spot that is screaming for attention. Antonio has no trouble locating it and the mere touch sends me. She is on her fourth outfit!She finally decides on a black strap dress. Quite formal I would say.And she is not wearing a bra! Yikes!"Mom, it is just lunch with Alan's mom, what is the big deal? Why doyou have to look perfect?"And she does by the way.I don't recall seeing my mother looking so sensual, no "hot" maybe. Sheis really nervous. I can't blame her after she shared her dream with meabout Alan's mom making my mom do whatever is asked.I wonder if Alan's mom will make my mom do. "They're full of hot cream for you, Sis." He touched the hair at the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine.Valerie slowly lifted her left hand and balanced herself by cupping the cheek of his downy buttocks, her fingers barely grazing the cleft of his ass. With her right hand she weighed his heavy nuts, churning the kidney-shaped nuggets like hot taffy in her palm.At the same moment she leaned forward, her wet lips parted, guarding the hot red promise of her tongue. Slowly she.