I hear my phone bleep.It’s a text.From you.Are you okay?I smile. Obviously, you have read me better than I expected.Yeah I will be. Just kinda sad r...ght now.Another bleep.Why sad? This was amazing!I consider how to reply to this and then type:That’s the problem. Didn’t like saying goodbye. Hate that it’s over now (sad face)Through my moist eyes, I can see that you have read it and are writing something back.Over? Don’t you want to meet up when I come back to see the suppliers in February?I have. Oh, God! FUCKFUCKFUCKMEEEE...' Sucking, licking harder on her clit while thumb fucking Rose Ann's pussy faster, in no time her breathing began coming in gulps mixed with continued yells of, "Ohh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me!" Thighs clamped hard about the sides of my head while her hands found the back of my head to pull my face forcibly between her pussy lips. Humping her pussy furiously to spread her juice over my chin and mouth, Rose Ann came with a loud, wordless wail. I kept. .. desperately trying to shrink away to nothing as his stuff trickled out of me across my thigh, trying to ignore his hand gripping my breast – small and sensitive. It shouldn't be like this. I would not endure this any longer than I had to...Born Jennifer Warne, I was Jenny from an early age, and somewhere around adolescence insisted on spelling my name with an 'i'. My father died when I was only six months old; he had his front tyre burst while riding his Triumph Bonneville much too fast on. Then there were two deaths at the same time less than half a moon later, when Ivory was tending to the delivery of a new child and Ptarmigan was comforting the mother. The child could not breach the womb and the loss of blood was so great that the mother also died. Not only was this a double tragedy, but the village now had the responsibility of caring for two now motherless children. Ptarmigan and Ivory worked hard to sustain the village’s morale through dark days such as these when everyone.