Gemma asked how I was doing after recently splitting from my girlfriend. I explained how I had found her cheating on me with a friend and that it had ...een ongoing since we started dating. At this point I found myself getting upset. Gemma moved closer and stroked my arm in reassurance, the softness of her touch made the hairs on my neck stand on end and a stirring in my pants. I shifted uncomfortably trying to hide the growing bulge in my pants. Gemma's gaze shifted as I moved and she caught. "OH GOD!" she gasped several times as I ran my stiffened tongue around the inside of her wet, hot, enjoyable private paradise. Reaching my arm around her hips as I tongued her pussy, I slid my fingers slid into her crotch. With my fingers stroking her clit and my tongue licking her pussy from behind, her body was tensing as the tsunami of her orgasm raced toward us.She bent down further which made it a bit more difficult for me to play with her hard clit, but I managed to keep my fingers in. Aunty: ahh…Nenu kinda lip ni naa rendu lips tho pattukoni laaganu. Taruvvata aunty tippi venakkatala meda meeda, nadumu meeda muddulu pettanu.Aunty:ahhh….Inka chaalu mee mummy vastundemoooooo…Me: em kaadu okaa 5 minutes.Inkaa nenu aunty sollu meeda muudulu pedutunna.Kaani aunty maatram aahh…eppudu kaaduuu..Velluu..Ani mulugutundi.Me: okkasari aunty.Nv vinav ani tana blouse open chesindi.Nenu tana sollu rendu cheekadam start chesaanu.Aunty aahhh…alage cheekuuuu ani muligindi.Ala full mood loki. Now, if Francis had been born a girl? Girlswouldn't be combatants in any war, would they?Some months later Grace listened in growing dread to the radio. Someannouncer was talking about the miracle, that hundreds of thousands ofBritish and even some French troops had been evacuated from some placecalled Dunkirk on the French coast. Grace shook her head. This was novictory, just an escape. She bristled at some Frenchman's derisivecomments about Britain's future chances, but she was aware that.