She’s been married for a long time to the guy she has now. Maybe she finally found what she was looking for.”Mickey was adding it up as he talked....“So she’s been married five times?”“As far as I know. Maybe more. I don’t really keep up with her, but my cousin keeps me informed when I visit. One of the many reasons I don’t visit much.”Ashley apologized. “Sorry, Papa. You seemed to be getting along fine, and she is a good looking woman. I thought it might be fun.”I reached over and took her. "The guard conductor stepped up, "Good morning, Sergeant Major." Private White ... how many years, Chalky?" Ten, Sir." He nodded at the train. "I believe we're connected and ready ... board?" It seems like the British Army knows the British Army," I said."Yes, lad ... sooner or later, we all serve at the same station. Let's not get left behind."The trip back to London was nice. Except, Mother was waiting. She'd flown. "Sergeant Major. Fancy meeting you here." Yes, Ma'am." We're here for clothes. He was heading south and when he got there magic came from his tongue.First he was licking in wide tongue laps from the bottom of her sex up to the tip of her clit and back to the bottom again. When she was good and primed up, he started zigzagging his tongue on her vagina flicking her clit with his tongue when he reached the top causing her to moan when she exhaled. He kept this up for a while and then when she was close he stuck three fingers in and began finger fucking her needy cunt, all. Jim Wilcox saw Sarah Johnson coming through the door of the food bank—slowly and hesitatingly—and he knew immediately where the turkey would go. He had been meaning to encourage her to come in, he knew the Johnsons were backsliding, and he’d even had thoughts to telling her that he’d bring a food basket to her before Christmas, even though this was not covered in the organization’s rules. She had signed up, though, and whereas other client families had been receiving food aid, she’d hadn’t done.