I had to get the words exactly right: I want to talk to you? I'd like to talk to you? We need to talk? I left it as it was and hit the send button.I h...d no idea when she would receive it. She may not even be looking at her private email. But that was an advantage of email, at least I could prove I'd tried.When I came back from lunch, there was a reply:Dear Tim, Thank you. I'll be there.All my love, BethWho's she trying to kid? All her love! Maybe this week, but she couldn't say that last. I lay down again along the length of her naked body and started to caress her outstretched arms, lightly with my fingers then just letting the tip of my nails rake her soft flesh. She wriggled and her self indulgent smile broke into the famous grin, her tongue poking out and licking her lower lip. I could not resist but moved in on her to catch the tip of her tongue with mine and then draw it into my mouth. We kissed long and hard and Jane, as if realising anew that my body was stretched the. I matched my movements to those of Carl as he continued his wanking. I rubbed my wet and gaping slit, with my forefinger and middle finger sliding either side of my inflamed and swollen clit, it's head emerging from beneath its protective hood. His hand increased its pace until he was wanking furiously his face in a grimace of pleasure as whatever he was thinking about caused him to approach orgasm. I matched him stroke for stroke, my fingers now slurping noisily in and out of my dripping. .. fuck, she was gagging again, slow down and take it easy, fuckhead, yeah, so hot and slick, her mouth was so slimy, and the sound... that gurgling, sucking, gagging sound... man, no wonder guys went off to war. Is this what Hank found over there? Were Spanish women as dirty as French women? Had Ma offered this to Hank? No way, she couldn’t have. Who in their right mind would ever leave home if they could have this?I was moving steadily in and out of Ma’s face now. I had only meant to get a.