My pussy was where Rob's dick would go after we were married. My ass was where Rob rested his hands when we danced. My womb was where Rob's children w...uld be someday. And most importantly my heart was where all of Rob's love went.Life right after college was different. I guess in my mind up until I met Rob, I'd always expected to return home and possibly find a job in one of the bigger cities around the small town where I'd grown up.In the last weeks before we graduated I'd started thinking how. You continue to do this, only each time you let your fingers slide in my hot wet pussy.You lick the cold treat, your tongue gets cold. you lick my clit with your icey tongue - over and over again, until you finally slip the slick and melting popcycle inside me, which send me over the edge. Of course it's near the end and quickly melt inside me - you toss the stick aside and plunge you warm tongue into me licking and sucking all the strawberry jiuces flowing from me along with my sweet juices. “My full name,” I said, hoping that if I did break, he’d think it was nerves and not realize it was all a lie, “is Thomas Aaron Stone, I was born on October 21st, 1966, in Akron, Ohio.” I even reached into my back pocket to grab my wallet, “I’ll show you my license if you want?” He scribbled the info I’d given him on a pad of paper, his other hand waving me off. I was glad that I didn’t have to show him the ID in my wallet. See, it wasn’t mine. I’d found Tom Stone’s Ohio driver’s license. Lorna watched. She couldn’t see that hand but I sensed she knew precisely where it was. She wrapped her hand around her cock and crooked a finger at Georgie who let me go, slowly pushed the sheet away from her body, rolled onto her knees facing Lorna and crawled to her.I could see Georgie’s arse now, neat and tight as she crawled across the large bed, her own dildo dangling from a harness between her thighs. I watched the back of her head as it pressed into Lorna’s crotch and I could hear her.