My nerves were at an end. Suddenly I felt his fingers touch again, this time it pressed hard against my pussy, I could not help but to shudder and sha...e from the touch. I so wanted more."Ok, one more stroke to balance the energies," he blurted out suddenly.I kept quiet as he once again put his fingers onto the top of my spine and started the slow downward stroke again. He took the stroke right through over my butt cheeks and down to my ankles. He then lifted one foot and kneaded the bottom of. Leaning down to kiss him I began rubbing my clit in small, circular motions, which felt amazing. I let out a small moan as jack ran his hand up my thigh, and I asked him to taste me. He responded by breaking away from my kiss, moving my hand and using his wet tongue to make a trail from my inner thigh, all the way to my clit. When he touched it with his tongue I let out a load moan, his warm mouth felt amazing on my pussy. I grabbed his hair and forced him to lick me harder, starting to. .. it is a Thought Piece THE CHILDREN OF THE SILENT GENERATION... (and for their children - so they will understand)Born in the 1930s and early 40s, we exist as a very special age cohort. We are the Silent Generation.We are the smallest number of children born since the early 1900s. We are the “last ones.”We are the last generation, climbing out of the depression, that can remember the winds of war and the impact of a world at war which rattled the structure of our daily lives for years.We are. He hefted his massive cock, bringing the swollen mushroom head to rest on Alyssa’s wonderfully soft lips. Her tongue snaked out, licking daintily at the tip, leaving him glistening in its wake. He saw her chest rise, her lungs filling with air as she took a deep breath, before she opened her mouth wider and engulfed the throbbing head of his dick. John leaned over the girl, placing his hands on either side of her torso, his body dwarfing hers.The urge to thrust forward was irresistible and his.