"I'm not going to rush you though." You're not going to rush me! I ... I ... Alex ... I want to hit you! You've been sitting on this all weekend?" Wel..., yes, but it was for your father to suggest it."She looked round, breathing rather hard, then laughed. "Yes, please. I'd love to get married in August." There was one other thing," Colonel Trafford said, "which I haven't discussed with your fiancé." He turned to me. "I know the traffic is a nightmare, but would you be able to drive up to. Instead of me putting my finger inside or stretching it her pussy opened up like two revolving doors allowing me to enter. I always enjoyed that and so did she. Her pussy was so deep my tongue could go all the way through. Once my tongue entered all hell broke loose. My girl screamed and actually roared like a wild a****l. She pounded on the wall only harder than me. Her claws were leaving scratch marks. She started cumming and I felt it in my mouth. The taste was smooth and stronger than her. "Sheila looked amused. Sean looked at her and said, "You've been giving her pointers." Sheila was even more amused. "She's a quick study. It only took her two days to learn to stand upright." Damn Sheila was good at banter. The logic on that gibe went around the tree four or five times. I doubt I had ever received a nicer compliment. Unfortunately, it did not end there. Sheila looked at me and her eyes narrowed.Rather than speak to me, she looked at Sean. He said, "Music." Sheila cocked her. Sorry."Heather sighed, and smiled at her mother, and I was suddenly aware of how close the two of them were. They could almost read each others' thoughts. "Go, Mum. Go." I'll be back around three, okay?" Yeah, yeah. I want to talk to Paul anyway, and you just get in the way." I'll remember that next time you want some money." You'll owe us some money." I can't hear you."Sandra walked off around the house and disappeared. Heather looked at me, and asked. "What?" You want to talk to me?" Yeah..