She was still wearing a thong but was already dripping wet. It wasn’t long before the thong came off, revealing her glistening wet snatch, just beg...ing for me to stick my cock in it. I leaned in and slowly licked it, flicking my tongue over her clit. Liv moaned loudly and gritted her teeth, and grabbed my head and forced my tongue inside her. I took it as an invitation and started tongue fucking her, really making her gush down there. She was biting the pillow to muffle her screams and moans.. Both of themhad to get ready and I knew that would take some time, so I had a quickshower and a shave, grabbed a beer and retreated to the balcony to watchthe sunset and to listen to some Miles Davis.Alex was the first to emerge onto the balcony; she had put her hair up ina formal style and wore a beautifully tailored linen sleeveless "littleblack dress', a simple string of pearls around her neck. Some veryexpensive looking heels finished off the outfit. She looked so beautifulstanding there in. That led to a flaming affair, while the two of them were covering the Spanish Civil War. And that affair was what ended Hemingway’s marriage to his second wife Pauline Pfeiffer, who had stolen him in turn from his first wife Hadley Richardson.So obviously the 1960s didn’t invent fucking around on your spouse.I was living on my boat, which was tied up at a slip down at the Conch Harbor Marina. I chose that spot because it was easy walking - or sometimes crawling - distance from my customary. I’m sure he interacted with the other attorneys and staff in his firm, but I never saw him talk to anyone other than waiters.Once he arrived at his flat-fronted brick house in Georgetown, he didn’t leave until the next morning. I liked his block; the houses were close together and butted up against the sidewalk. No front yards. The block dated, I read, back to the Federal era — late 1790s through the 1830s.Of course a three-day stretch is no guarantee of a pattern, certainly not a lifestyle..