His hand goes back to stroking me. He then bends his head and using his tongue to make long strokes up my thigh until he reaches my pussy, parting the...lips and gently licking, sucking my clit. While he is licking me, I put my legs onto his shoulders, wanting to feel his tongue deeper in me. Then he stops and looks up at me, his lips wet with my juices. ‘A Rose by another other name…you are so sweet, you taste so sweet’, his voice heavy with lust and passion. ‘Don’t talk, Jack’, I say. By the time she was let out a half hour later, the place was below freezing.She was not surprised that she had not caught a chill. Emma had never been ill in her life, despite many duckings and soakings as a somewhat wild tomboy. Viruses and bacteria seemed to be afraid of her! Either that or they didn't like her! That was why she was here! She was a very strong girl - almost indestructible.Another thing Emma had long known - ever since being severely caned for misconduct involving alcohol -. And yet… and yet… every now and again one escapes and you can’t understand it. You can’t comprehend why I’ve turned and become the way I have… because I’ve never become this way before. And you can’t dominate it… because you can’t understand it.’ She paused. ‘And so you cave. And let me win. And… I don’t want to win. I have a nature that’s wild… that’s unbreakable… I fall down and I get back up. No matter how low I go… I always… get back up.’ She stood then, stretching her tall frame to its. Because I looked at you and for the first time, I saw Anjali Lindon, not the-daughter-of-Felicity-Lindon."She gasped and I saw understanding in her eyes. "So..." So I saw a very attractive young woman, who apart from being rather younger than myself, was just about my physically ideal woman. I saw a young woman who seemed to share my tastes in life – music, food, leisure activities. All sorts of things that really bugged me about previous girlfriends ... you just don't have. You don't keep me.