He had a perfect view down Sharon's cleavage. He didn't miss a trick!We chatted about nothing and everything for an hour or so. Sharon relating how sh... came to break her leg and how she fell in love with the male triage nurse who attended to her in A & E. How the male nurse that applied the plaster was even dishier than the triage nurse. Without question he was the man she was going to marry until the taxi driver came to pick her up to drive her home and he suddenly went to the top of the pile. Her tongue alternated between mycunt and my clit, getting harder and deeper with eachexploration. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anylonger she would back off and gently blow her breathonto me, before plunging her face back to my pussy. “Oh god, Shayla,” I murmured. “Make me cum, please, makeme cum.” Then, “OHSHITOHYESYESYES,” as she shoved herfingers deep into me. My back arched, forcing me hardagainst her face as the orgasm surged through my. ..she wanted me to do the same and i willingly obliged...we kissed for over 5 minutes trying out various movements, variations and both of us were perspiring inspite of the cool weather outside. i took her hand and kissed each finger lightly and proceeded to suck on eeach finger and she was turned on bad...i then kissed her wrist, forearm, arms and shoulders and asked her to raise her hands...she did so not knowing what to expect. i kissed her armpits and licked the skin there..she moaned and. “I know the songs you’re singing, saying nothing loud and clear. I’ve heard that song a thousand times. But your shallow empty lies about suicide are patronizing. You can never understand what I feel.”He looks hard at her, deep into her eyes. “Or do you think I’ll be less lonely when I’m dead? I can’t silence all the voice in my head. I close my eyes, but I can’t make it go away. Do you think I’ll be less lonely? I pray that I’m not lonely, when I’m dead...”Slowly, her trembling hand moves down.