I never had been able to resist my Wife´s cunt. Very soon my tongue was eagerly working on her pussy. I took every drop of the sweet-and-salty mixtur... of both our sex juices. I learned to love it. My lips and tongue caressed her wet pussylips and I stuck my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could. I licked her out as I never had licked her out before. She was moaning aloud and she was moving her hips up and down my face. Her juices and my own cum were all over my face by now. I loved that. After a couple of days I began to get a better idea of her times and movements. I was virtually stalking her. I would even go to the reception desk and ask silly questions just to get a closer look at her legs. Four days in my obsession became overwhelming. So. i swung into action I knew the hotel well now and had already lifted a T shaped pass key from the pantry were the chamber maids used to hang them.I watched Miss Jacks walk past, Then I took a service lift to the top floor. I had. .. to have to talk about..." You don't have to talk about it, Ruthie. But if you're here trying to figure out why your life has gone the way it has, you do have to be aware of yourself and what things in your past might have affected you."Ruthie sat quietly, working up the nerve to share something with Hartman that she had never spoken about to anyone. She stared at the floor..."I ... you know when I was like ... in my freshman year of high school ... I had a thing for my English teacher. I'd. Come follow me we’ll have tea in the sitting room.’“She led me to a spacious room in the rear of the house. It was tastefully furnished and had a spectacular view of the harbor through several large windows. But for me the most intriguing sight was the large painting that was hung over the fireplace. It was a painting of a ship’s captain; not any captain, but my captain, Samuel Weston. The look of shock on my face must have told her all she needed to know.”‘I thought you’d find that painting.