It was brighter than she remembered it. Winston came running, purring as he came into the room. ‘Hello handsome! Did you miss me?’ Winston turned ...is motor up more and just purred and purred away. His purring smoothed over the rough edges Maggie was feeling, the feeling of being alone again. The old oak tree came into leaf and summer quickly sped by. Maggie did have a few nights that were bad, but true to her word, she called her support group and they rallied around her, helping to keep her. I could actually see what I was doing and what it looked like, and it looked wonderful.I slowly reached out and touched her again. She jerked a little so I pulled my fingers back. “No, no, you’re doing good.” She said in encouraging words. So I reached back out and touched her again. Her hips moved up and then down. I could not only feel her wetness but also see it. I cautiously slid a finger in.I could feel her pussy walls grabbing on to my finger as the wetness increased. She reached down and. Anyone who,s been to España in August knows how boiling hot it can be and 1977 was no exception. As I had a fair amount to spend had chosen a private villa for just the two of us as we wanted to enjoy our first real holiday since Sarah conceived son Rick in 1972. The villa was more than I expected complete with a heart shaped swimming pool. As we arrived in the late afternoon we had supper in a nearby restaurant and sampled a few tastey sangrias so thought we,d be in the mood for a great fuck. She lay waiting for what seemed an eternity, hearing muted whispers between Mr. Smith and Kayleigh. She strained to hear what they were saying, but it was useless. She felt someone crawl between her splayed legs, and froze up, desperate to open her eyes. She felt hair tickling her thighs, then what could only be a tongue, tracing its slow way across her clit. “Open your eyes,” Birch ordered.Emi stared down her body, to where Kayleigh was lapping at her cunt like a cat with a saucer of milk..