”“No” as a big grin spread across her face. I reached a hand over and pushed it up her skirt. And she was right, she wasn’t wearing any pantie... and she was shaved clean to boot. I ran a finger up the slit of her pussy. She pulled her skirt up and spread he legs and I immediately got down on my knees between her thighs and without any hesitation buried my tongue into her cunt. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, pausing at the tip to lick and suck on her clit. She began moaning and her hips. She absolutely refused to compromise her principles for political expediency and had gained a wide range of steadfastly loyal supporters among the base of the Democratic party. Very much a progressive and a populist, her battles against the moneyed interests and on behalf of ordinary people were already legendary. She knew that the privileged few who controlled so much of the country's wealth hated and feared her, and she reveled in that, fighting harder and harder on behalf of the middle class. Smiling, you nose between her lips for a second just to feel your way again - get reacquainted with the bumps and folds and flesh that is your newest home. You use your tounge to draw random patterns on her pussy - just the pointy tip - and the sudden silence tells you she's holding her breath. Getting comfy, you grab her thighs - she's a bucker and a broken nose isn't on today's agenda. The morning ticks by and you flatten your tounge against her, broad sweeps that gather her flavor and tell. ” “My cock was hotter than a sausage on the barbecue when you came over and talked to me.” “You were funny.” “Was I?” “You made me piss my pants. Literally.” “I remember. Although I was careful to leave that out of the wedding speech.” “I would have divorced you if you’d told the truth about what happened.” My cock hardened as I thought back to that gloriously sunny day in the riverside garden. Even I began to realise that Sophie’s enjoyment of the barbecue wasn’t related to the grilled.