I couldn't believe that a woman as beautiful as Vicky would ever be out of a job unless it would be by choice. Holding her in my arms and smelling her...perfume I couldn't get over the feeling in my gut. When we went and sat back at the table I already missed not having her in my arms.We all talked and drank Champagne. I loved to hear Vicky talk and she had this beautiful accent. I wish I could write the way her voice sounded. As we were all taking a man came up to me and asked if it was all. Phil was smitten.They discussed the complications of Barb's murdered husband's wills, the last composed the day of his death. The lawyer being Georgy's put further doubt on its legitimacy. Phil had Joe look into precedence and discussed them with the cousins. Barb received the positive spin enthusiastically, hugging the big bear delightfully."Sorry," she said afterward."Feel free to do that anytime you have the urge," smiled Phil. "Now tell me what other impediments that sleazebag Torrance left. He'd always had the ability to rob her of her senses, send her to unbelievable heights of pleasure. That was before — before the pain of loss and loneliness after he went off on his great adventure. He'd abandoned her without a word, left her to her struggle for her own survival. Now, he was back, expecting her to forget the commitments she'd made, the fight she'd endured to rebuild her life without him. And she was letting him!She stiffened, her body solidifying as her pride and her anger. I had never licked ass, well up until now I hadn’t licked pussy for that matter. During my lapping between her pussy lips I let my tongue slide down lower until it touched her anus. It didn’t taste horrible, as expected, and as my tongue touched her anus she gave out a short sharp “hoooow”. She liked it. I continued to lick her from ass to clit and then stuck two fingers into her juicy pussy. I forced them in, not that they took much forcing, and wiggled then about inside her. She was now going.