I then questioned her, “How about you?”“Same,” she then continued, “I’m busy as can be with all my friends. I had that brief period a litt...e while after Tom died. But it just didn’t seem right.”“So, no one really since then?” I asked her in a surprised tone. She was so beautiful and always alive. She was always busy doing something. I was just surprised that she did not share any of that with a man.“No,” She paused briefly, “and I think I’m like you and just recently now realizing that I’m. I kissed on her triangle and spread her legs and straight went down to her slit. I put my tongue on her slit and try to insert it into her vagina. I took the skinny flap in my mouth and started sucking. She started squirming violently and hissing… “ish..ish…ovabe chatish na (don’t lick like that). She was wet completely and I put some saliva on my hard rod and made it wet too. I brought my penis to the position and put the mushroom on her clit. She closed her eyes and held me tightly. I gave. Betsy vowed not to reveal what happened during the last three days in this chapter of her life, but she would save that for the next chapter.New Orleans and Doris.It was time to move ahead to the next chapter. Betsy lapsed into the perfect visualization mode once again and then the images of her life appeared on her darkened eyelids. Her stormy romance with Thomas was over but Betsy was glad in a way. Although she fell in love with him at first, things started to turn sour when he brought Susan. She got a glass of water and turned her head back to swallow the pills. It was dark in the living room, so I knew she wasn't able to see me from where she was, but she would have to walk right back by me on her way back to the guest bedroom. She obviously didn't see me when she came through on her way to the kitchen. I lowered myself back down on the couch when I saw her turn off the kitchen light. She turned and started walking towards the living room heading back to bed. I moved down lower on.