.as your hot seed pours in2 my throati swallow almost every luscious dropexcept 4 a small & slippery tricklewhich escapes from between my lips& slithe...s down 2 dangle from my chin...as i sit back on my heels & smilei scoop your cum from my beard& slide my fingers in2 your mouth...inside of just a few minuteswe are fucking on the bed...such is our mutual needthat we are not even naked yet...u simply tug your jeans downthen claw my thong 2 the sideas i groan & then whimper" put your big cock in. I looked in the fridge in our small kitchen, and saw what I was looking for. A nice bottle of chilled rose wine. I poured a glass, took off my shoes (ah Heaven)! And went to turn on the shower. I checked the time, glancing at the living room clock on my way past. It was 8pm - I still had hours before you got home. Plenty of time to refresh and pamper myself.I turned on the shower and went into the bedroom. As I peeled off my sweaty work clothes I drank my wine. It tasted really good, and was. As the mourners left the graveside, only Charles and Catherine remained. Looking into the grave, Lt. Charles Stewart took the widow’s hand. ‘Such a waste.’ ‘Yes. Yes it is,’ Catherine mumbled. She looked up at Charles. Taking her gloved hand, she stroked his cheek. ‘Charles, dear Charles. You must come back to me.’ Chapter One The Western Front 1917 Captain Charles Stewart took a long sip on his tea. It was hot and strong and he could feel it going down. The fact it was laced with rum simply. For me, there was some pleasure, but nothing like with... Will's handsmoved in unison, one to my chest and one around my waist to my tinyclit. His fingers on my puffy nipples traced ever-shrinking spirals andevery few circuits around he would squeeze them and pull at them. Burstsof pleasure made my body stiffen, I couldn't help but stiffen on hiscock buried deep in me. When I felt his right hand fingering my clit,squeezing and pulling at it, my body jumped. He held my clit between hisfingers.