" He replied between fits of hysterics.He turned around and was face to face with her cunt.*/*/*/*/*/*/I was losing it! His head was DIRECTLY next to ...y pussy. My breathing came in short gasps, and I could feel the intensity of the warmth in my thighs increase. I looked over at his pelvis and he was completely flaccid. Damn he was good. My body tensed as I felt the warmth build up and I could feel myself becoming wet. A wet spot grew approximately right next to his nose.*/*/*/*/*/*/Kevin. When I’d made love with him this afternoon I had noticed, what appeared to my untrained eye, to be two healed-up bullet wound scars in his left thigh. I do vaguely remember his Aunt, my neighbour, Cathy, telling me about her visiting her nephew Jay in a military hospital one time. I’d have though it more usual for those serving in the Army rather than the Navy to have such wounds. Again though, I figured if he wanted to tell me about his experiences then he would in his own time.When we. This memory and the yearning for experiencing it again while fully conscious probably helped him overcome his natural diffidence and that, combined fortuitously with Mary's disastrous results on a history test, set the stage for intimacy."It's not just a matter of remembering dates, Mary. There's a whole story involved. If you could fix the story in your mind then the rest would follow." Oh, Mr. Barnes? I try. Really I do. Is there ... like? I'm sorry. I know you help me a lot but is there some. "You are delicious tonight. Far too alluring for our usual place so I thought we would detour to another location. Champagne?" He was dressed in a dark suit with a dark tie with small pink stripes so they matched incredibly well, as if this was planned all along. Champagne was handed to her as she settled into her seat and took her glass. They clicked their glasses and the car began to move. The care moved along with purpose as it snaked its way downtown for dinner reservations. They chatted.