On Monday evening, having fretted on and off all day, he had a flash of inspiration. His father had been in the Merchant Navy and had brought home all...sorts of things from around the world that Richard had been loath to get rid of when he died. Among those things was a horse-hair fly whisk. It would make a super swishing sound but hardly do more than tickle her buttocks.Richard spent much of Tuesday morning rootling round in the attic. Inevitably he found plenty of digressions: photographs,. "About a year and a half ago," she groaned and dragged her lips along his neck.His fingers slid back down to the entrance of her hole. He didn't hesitate and slid one finger right into her cunt. Her inner flesh felt like paradise. She moaned in ecstasy, "More, Daddy, put more in me." You're a naughty little girl, aren't you?" James groaned as he pushed a second finger inside her.Melody squealed with delight as he began slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her tight cunt. Her fluids oozed. Kissing her nipples and lingering on them and feeling the nipples rise and harden to my kiss and the licking as well as some sucking of them. It made her breathing change and grow heavier. Going slowly down to her belly and over her hips, I tugged the rest of her coat off and looked up at her as I breathed in the scent of her, and kissed her mound, slowly making my way to her clit, and lingering by tasting and nibbling, as she shook and her breathing became more and more ragged. She moved and I. I could see all the unfamiliar faces around me, loving hugging and kissing loved ones good bye, ‘til we meet again. I was there by myself standing near my bus Firefly, wondering if my new friend would show up before I leave for the long journey. 7:56 am. The bus’ engine had started and the driver requested everyone on board. I was reluctant; I didn’t know whether to wait around or to board the bus. I climbed up the step and looked back. I saw a small figure running towards the bus. My heart.