It was a crying shame that Julia was a Millwall fan, as I was sure I could have built a relationship with her similar to that which I had enjoyed with...Phillipa Goddard. In one way it was better I had discovered Julia's footballing allegiance when I did, before our affair became too intense. However, as I mused on what might have been with Julia, it occurred to me that although I bore all the marks of having a passionate and lustful liaison with her I still couldn't recall much of what we had. She sat on the edge of the couch cushion, her body demure, knees firmly pressed against each other, reached for the glass and up-ended it, swallowing, taking the ice cubes into her mouth. Bob heard them rattle behind her teeth, and then, as she lowered her chin, the ice cubes tinkled back into the glass. She leaned sideways against the backrest of the couch, facing Bob. The tail of the shirt pulled up, but not quite enough to show what Bob desperately wished he could see. It was tantalizing. It. Her husband’s loud and dramatic grief had caught her attention and she didn't notice her son at first. He was motionless and he faded into the shadows of the trees around them until he moved forward. He walked over to his father and sister and gathered his sister in to his arms and held her tightly to him her face on his chest. He looked at his father with no emotion at all but the agony. on his face when he look at the empty coffin that represented his mother twisted Angela's heart in pain.. I let her nipple slip from my mouth and began to kiss down her chest. I nuzzled gently at her midriff and moved downwards.I could smell her excitement by now, and as I reached the small bush of pubic hair her legs opened and she presented herself to me.Her pussy was glistening with moisture as it peeped at me through her wispy hair.I placed one gentle kiss on pussy, and lifted my head to look into her eyes.Her face was flushed, and her eyes wide. I uttered a single word: ‘5’, and lowered my.