He stopped licking my clit and started to lick my inner thighs. The tenderness of his warm wet tongue as it traced my pussy lips was making me aroused...again. “Lick my clit.” I moaned. “I thought you didn’t want me to do that,” he said pretending to be confused. “I want it now. Please!” I begged him. “That’s too bad for you.” He said coldly as he closed my legs and lay down beside me. “Are you mad at me?” I asked him. “Did I say I was mad?” “Well, you seem angry all of a sudden and..” “Kait, be. ”She tilted her head back and accepted a chaste kiss. “If you wait here, I can bring you some hot water to wash, yes?” She stepped away from him and pointed at a bucket he hadn’t noticed. “That won’t be warm anymore.”He reached out and touched her arm gently. “I think I’ll survive. I’m not sure I can say the same about these clothes, but I don’t have anything else to change into.”She smiled and picked up a bundle from the top of her bedroll. “I have that covered.” She handed him the bundle and. As I stared I couldn’t see anything else. With my lack of experience I didn’t know what else there was to see. But I knew that I was seeing something special.Anne stepped out of her panties and sat back on the edge of the bed. She picked up the panties and held them out to me.“Smell them” she said.I held them up to my face not knowing what to expect. They had a slight musky aroma, not unpleasant, and a slight whiff of pee.“Well” She said.“Wha..wha…what?” I asked.“Well, what do you. Donald Whitfield, your wife has been going nuts for over 50 years! When she died, you dug a hole for yourself and pulled it in after you. It was exactly like what my Steve did, but, thank God, it didn’t take me 50 years to get him out!”Susie cocked her head, thought for a moment and then nodded her head decisively. “That’s it!” she exclaimed. “Your wife, Claire, is too much the true lady. I, on the other hand, am a pushy media bitch. Unlike me, she was just too polite to make the pest of.