There were a series of photos and a pile of letters. Most of the photos seemed to have been taken on the same day, in a park with a pale blue sky over...head. There were only two people in the photos, Mrs Franklin looking younger and happier than she did now, and another woman. Sash flicked through the letters, most were quick notes and the rest were formal letters. She read a note. ‘Sorry I missed you at the cafe. I would have sent flowers with this but we don’t want to start and rumours. I hate. I open wide, and throw my head back, giving myself to you. You soft lips delicately press against my clit, a flick of a tongue ignites me and you eat me like your starved. Using your fingers to part my lips, you suck and lick ravenously, expertly, making me writhe in abundant pleasure. Your gorgeous eyes don't leave mine, you don't want to miss any signals of the first throws of orgasm, you need to control the feeling..I look at you in submission and you know I'm close. You stop abruptly, pull. I could see she was surprised but she was still loving everything I was doing to her. I took several breaths and licked her armpits slowly. Tasting her, loving her smell. My hands were still playing with her tits while I was doing this. The hair there got matted with my licking and I ran my tongue from the side of her boobs all the way up her armpits and back again. And then I switched to the other side and did the same.She was turned on like crazy and moaning and writhing under me. While I had. She could tell by the sounds Bernard was making that he wasn't going to be able to fuck for much longer.He was moaning and groaning with each panting exhale, and each moan rose in both volume and pitch."NO! NO! NO!" Michele screamed, wondering if it were possible to pass-out and lose consciousness because of the intensity of her sensation.She was finding it very difficult to breathe, and wondered why all of the air had been sucked from the room.The man was moving his clenched ass cheeks back.