The very first time I ate her pussy I Think was the night I asked her to marry me as I thought it might draw us closer. We were on holiday in Broadsta...rs, Kent in July, 1968, and unusually hot July and had enjoyed a wonderful day on the beach(the following day both of us would suffer painful sunburn and couldn,t teach each other for two days). After supper we retired to listen to pop music on the radio(it was a rented house with no record player) and as soon as we were on our own stripped out. Jason was a great lover for my wife, and with his bisexual side, he and I were able to work together to satisfy my wife every time we met. Other than incidental contact in satisfying my wife, Jason, and I had not ever had any contact one-on-one. My wife had always remained our full center of attention and focus in all our playtime. About five years ago, we had made plans to see Jason for an extended weekend in Atlanta. He would drive to Atlanta, and we would drive to meet him there on a. I was able to walk up right behind them…and I was armed. I had my machete in the back of the truck.” Now Jessie interrupted him. “Jakob, you didn’t… kill them?” He replied with stony silence. Eventually, he replied.”I had no choice—no more than I had with your father. If I tried to call the campus police they would have raped you for sure before the cops ever got there. I couldn’t let that happen. I had to protect you. What we have to do now is act like we know nothing about what. " and passed out.im a very strong woman, even for my petite stature, and i carried him back to my cabin. i laid him on my bed, checking for any possible damage to him. i found nothing except for a small amount of pink, gooey substance around his lips, penis and Asshole."Wh-where am i?" the stranger asked. "who are you? what am i doing here?!" calm down, im michelle, i saw you laying in the middle of the forest yelling for help, so i carried you back here." a small woman like you? you could not.