I could hear my pulse. We kept at it for several moments and then suddenly she stopped and placed her hands either side of her. Her legs were still sp...ead. I, of course, did the same. We sat like that, silent in the soft light of the bedroom, motionless. ‘Ask me if you can lick me.’ ‘Can I lick you?’ Her eyebrow did that question thing again. ‘Please?’ She nodded and I rolled forward so my face was at her and I licked, lapping at her, suckling on that large, deliciously visible clitoris. Her. I'm the only man she has ever been with sexually. Before meeting her, I was with several different girls (high school). I have never been with any other adult female except her. Everything she knows sexually was taught by me. After twenty-seven years, our sex life is still enjoyable but very predictable.Our twentieth anniversary was coming up. The only gift I wanted was for us to finally try swinging. I wanted to see her with another man and I wanted to taste a different pussy. Then I came up. His hand slipped up her thigh as she leapt up in the middle of the carriage, shaking him off, sneering as though a dog had accidentally urinated on her. "Go on, get out!" shouted Jamie, pointing to the door. Lauren watched their faces intently."No, I have sex with this girl." said the old man gruffly. His mood changed slightly, irritation setting in as though she was a prize to which he had every right. "Sit!" Emma and Jamie slowly returned to their side of the carriage. He moved towards. In a panic I got up and headed for the bedroom. I had to get Claude moved before the two women woke up. As I got close to the room I heard what sounded like a series of grunts. It sounded like "Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh." I peeked around the doorframe and saw that Claude was fucking Amber again only this time Amber was awake. The grunting sounds were coming from her every time Claude buried himself in her on his in-stroke. Her legs were up on his shoulders and she was staring up at him with what.