I press my tongue to your clit through your panties and the feel of the cloth drives you insane. “Take them off,” you moan. “I want your wet ton...ue between my legs now!” and again you boom your voice into the darkness. I stand slowly lifting your legs with me. I reach down and draw your panties up your legs. Getting ready I unzip my jeans and pull my hard cock out. You smile at me and pull me down to my knees. I move further downward and lick deeply into your pussy. You gasp in pleasure as my. I kissed my daughter good bye, while Dana looked in the fridge. By the time she realized that I was leaving, the door had closed.She called me at work later that morning. "Hey you left without saying goodbye to me this morning," she said. "What did I do?" What do you mean Dana?" I asked."We've been married for 14 years and together for 16. Unless we're angry at each other, you kiss me goodbye every morning, and tell me you love me. Sometimes you do it just to break the ice when we're angry at. Inside the padded manilla shipping envelope were two items.The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the. My legs tightened around him even more, not wanting to let go of the thrill of our being together in love, in lust, in life. ”OHHHHH BABBBBY, I LOVE YOU,’ I screamed as I squirted honey into the air. As he lay me down, all I could do was stare at this man I waited my entire lifetime to meet. The one I would write about in my diary long before he appeared. I felt like Sleeping Beauty, and I never wanted this Prince to awaken me from my dream, no matter how many kisses he bestowed upon me. ‘You.