Her hips u*********sly wiggled, seeking the tongue that had left her. Then she felt her pussy being separated again. It felt different this time becau...e Jack was using only one hand... his thumb and forefinger of that hand. And then to the preacher's wife's glee, his face pressed against her again and his tongue began licking.The preacher's wife was so consumed with pleasure that she didn't even feel Jack's other hand glide across the front of her thigh, that is, until it located her clit. With. And then, last year, the day after Valentine’s Day, she got that memorable phone call. He missed her and wondered how she was. Had she married? Had she had any children? The answers were all too quick no’s. They continued to talk, finding out things they always knew but never admitted to. How she had always loved him, and he, her. How they wanted to be together but the moment was never right. But how soon, that would change.. if it was just given time. They had talked and remained close for. But then, after a while, the boy leaned closer so he was actually leaning against Steve’s body. Without thinking twice, Steve put his arm around the boy’s shoulders and held him close.“Is this okay?” the boy asked.“Yeah, Ryan, it’s really nice,” Steve replied.After that, they just sat there cuddling on the couch watching TV together, the way Steve had cuddled with Lisa countless times before. Ryan finally got up to go, and Steve went upstairs to bed with raging hard on in his pants.The next day. I start to moan thinking about this. I continue reading the story, still imagining the girl on her knees, her head, buried in my pussy, my thighs wrapped tightly around her head so she won't stop. My fingers through her long, soft hair. I now have three fingers, buried deep inside my pussy. Between reading the story, and picturing this sexy girl eating me, it is sending me over the edge. Closer and closer to orgasm. I am now reading the hottest part of the story, fingering myself hard and fast,.