"Yes." I heard you say."Yes." No." Why?" Yes." Okay."Then you leaned down."Stay under there. Don't move. I'll be back in a minute."Your pussy left me ...nd I heard some rustling. A minute or so elapsed and then I saw your legs sit down and your pussy came home to me. It eased up to me face and I inhaled before diving back in.Wait! This smells different. These are different pussy lips. I sat for a second pondering and then it came to me. This is MARKIE'S pussy.'Oh well,' I thought and dove into. I slide two fingers in you with ease, as my fingers get coated with your wetness. You let out a gasp and I begin to stroke you. I break our deep kiss, kissing down to your neck, leaving you lips free so I can hear your moans. Listening to your body language I glide my finger deeper into you. You let out a moan that tells me ‘Take me I’m yours.’ With this I start to stroke you harder, nibbling on your neck, kissing you softly. Your moans filled my ears, along with the words you spoke, asking me. Am so sorry you were caught... but. Thanks for the good words, its nice to hear them at this time, a reassurance that my efforts were worth it. Momentarily drifting away in her thoughts, Nikki looked down at her ruined nipples... they broke me... I so tried to resist, but... did you experience the electricity ? No... the big breasted woman admitted blushing, her earlier " tough girl " posture melting somewhat. I have heard such a horrible stories about it... In... in my case. It’s like being able to relive your youth knowing what you know now, with the opportunity to keep many of your errors and mistakes from ever happening.”“That requires a man a lot smarter than I,” proclaimed Gabe.“Really?” Sabrina asked. “Would you have chased after Mary Louise for two years if you had realized how much better a wife Suzanne would be? What about that rattlesnake in the sanitary, or falling out of that tree into the river? If you lived it again, would you do things.