She said: ‘I don’t want to make a big fuss, Richard, but I’ve been a bit . . . well, confused, lately. It’s nothing serious, just something th...t’s happened and . . .’ she trailed off and sank back into her seat. I sat and waited for her to continue. The silence dragged. Veronica was evidently contemplating her next statement. The sun was warming up and birdsong carried on the light breeze which ruffled through the trees and hedges. I ran out of patience. ‘Are you going to tell me what. The images hadnt been overly romantic, the candles and music type, but they were always much more pure than this moment. Overrun with passion rather than hormones. Need and desire, not lust. I was going to know that the times was right, so much so that questioning it would never even come to mind. I had thought the moment would leave me with the sensation of being fulfilled, not filled. It was supposed to be a connection, something to deepen my love of that person, but how could it deepen love. I don’t want to miss this opportunity to be with her, even if it’s just this once. I run my tongue down over her cleft; she lets out a soft moan. I thrust my tongue into her passion-moisten depths and she lets out such a perfect squealing moan that makes me want her all the more. My tongue darts inside of her, she bucks her hips at me, making the need for her stronger. Her musky scent is all I can smell and it’s so wonderfully heady. She is so beautiful, so innocent, and so perfect. I take her. ?Yes.?She smoothly hiked her dress up again and slowly removed her panties, letting Her dress drape down before I exposing anything. She held them up, holding them open so I could see the inside. There were significant skid-marks, obvious pee stains and the entire crotch was thickly wet. Mute evidence of her arousal. ?See how thoughtful I am? I prepared these just for you. Does this excite you too???Yes.?She held them against my nostrils. ?Smell them.?I breathed deep her musky sexually charged.