I'd just never had a real one untilCynthia.So back to my honeymoon. As I didn't have much money, it consisted ofthree days and nights at my Uncle's c...ttage at Hastings but our firstnight together was in my bedroom at home before we drove down there.Cynthia had worn white of course, but as we were both skint her weddingdress was a hand-me-down from her mom and was a 'modern' seventies affairwith a tight bodice with a short taffeta skirt. At my request she'd wornstockings, white ones with. Mandy rolled over onto my chest and kissed my nearest nipple. I draped my arm over Mandy and just laid there.Mandy was laying on me, when she jumped up and ran into the bathroom. I was perplexed at her actions, So I got up and followed. I found Mandy sitting on the toilet, and telling me,”I was starting to leak you, all over the bed.” Again I looked perplexed and she said,”Your stuff was leaking out of me.” and pointed to her pussy, at then I understood. I decided to have a shower. So, I. His story is pending real-life events, and it is involving my real-life sweetheart. She is my girl, my wild girl, my special girl, and I am her ‘lil G” and she is a special lady to me. I have written a few stories starting her(my way of mentally fucking her). This one is multiple session types, falls into the “first-time” theme because well if we do this it would be our first time. In this story, I myself is having a first-time experience so it is a lot different than my other types of stories.. Her death was quick and painless. Did I miss the days we could have had together? Yes, but that would have been very selfish of me if the extra time was bought at the expense of her pain and suffering. Over the years, for some reason, I thought about an elderly loving couple faced with the situation in this story and how they would act and what they would do . . . ————————————————– Putting his arm on her shoulder, the old man looked at his wife as he spoke, ‘We’re going to have to make some.