To him, it was love. I still don’t know what it was to my mother. I wanted to forgive myself for leaving them to each other, but I knew that in orde... to do it, I was going to have to let go of all the shit I’d been carrying around since I was a teenager. ‘He was a good man, Brenda. I know that the two of you had your differences, but he was a good man, and he always loved you, even after you left us. He was really hurt, but he still loved you.’ I hadn’t really caught up with her words until. My spunk, which I had sprayed over her tits neck and face, was now sandwiched between us and the taste of spunk was in both our mouths after our French kiss finale. Now I was tired and thought a quick wash and bed together would be the right idea. Vicki though began gently stroking my cock and, craning my neck to look down at her tiny and sexy body in that state, I found myself becoming aroused again. We must have laid there on the floor for ten minutes with Vicki stroking my cock and it was. After the heat of passion subsided, we lingered over our bottle ofchampagne, while a fire burned in the fireplace. The logs crackled andhissed, and Krystal silently watched them burn, seemingly mesmerized bythe dancing flames.At last, she turned to me and spoke: "I want you to listen carefully towhat I have to say. Do not interrupt me until I am finished. I havebeen very happy with you these past weeks. You are thoughtful,attentive, and considerate. I have never experienced that with a. Does your flesh have its own taste though? How will you feel against my lips, how tight will you be when I slip a finger inside of you? How different are we down there, two women, alike, unlike, identical, or not? Is your clit the same as mine? Longer, shorter? Does it send the same tingles through you I feel whenever mine is touched? When I kiss and suck on it, how will you move, twist in pleasure, squirm against me, press my face deeper into your cunt? How wet do you get when your pussy is.