Her mouth devours mine as she tastes herself on me. Her tongue spins in sloppy wet circles across my lips, into my mouth. Her hands grasp at me, she t...mbles us over so that now she is lying over me, her knees on the bed on either side of me. I know she wants me, but I am not done with her yet and I push her up…guiding her breasts back to my mouth. Annie gasps and cringes. She cries out with passion.I slide down the bed, holding her in place until I am underneath her. My arms wrap around her. .. I don't know. I remember a brief moment of terror, and my memories stopped at that point." What was your maiden name?" Edwina Harrison. From my memories, I think I was born in the mid-forties and died in the mid eighties." What? 1945 to 1985?" Yeah, give or take a year." You mentioned a mother but no father." I have no memories of a father. I do remember asking my mother about my father - I was quite young, like eight or nine years old at the time - but she wouldn't talk about him. Another. "Wish that could be me," she replied and I responded that if it was you, for your first time I would make sure it's on a bed."That sounds so romantic, I would love that tonight," replied Samantha and then a few seconds later she sent a picture of her bare shaven pussy, teasing me once again, just as I have to go shower. Once in the bathroom I looked at the picture of her tight pussy and my cock instantly grew rock hard. I quicking rubbed one out over the basin, stoking my cock hard while. Perhaps, I thought, but every time I thought about doing it, my body came alive, I was living my fantasy, locked in my bedroom I craved love, the naughty kind, the pressure built up to bursting point, I wanted to experiment, I wanted to meet men and see what they would do.I chatted in the nude, it made me feel vulnerable. 'Do you have a cam Jenni', they always begged me? I could feel their urgency for me, and it made me wet.'Would you fuck me', I would type as if I were standing naked in front.