I want you to show me all of yourself."After a slight bit of hesitation, she did as she was told and there just inches from my face was a very wet and...open vulva with her cum still oozing out and down to her still-twitching little rosebud. I had noticed that for a smaller-sized woman, her pussy was actually quite 'meaty'.. something I rather enjoyed for oral feasting. I remaindered her to close her eyes and relax. I gave her another long, slow lap, again using the flat of my tongue and then. He was almost thirty, and so I guess he’d always been a bit like a father-figure to me.I was so glad when I got home. No job, no school, no obligations. It was like an endless summer holiday - I could do whatever I wanted!I spent most of my time on my phone, seeing what everyone was up to on Facebook. I got a bunch more followers on Instagram (mostly guys) when I started posting more selfies - some of them were pretty cute, so I started following them back.Without any reason to leave the house,. We had been at school and college together; and our intimacy had never been broken. I was a trustee for his wife and executor at his death. He died of a lingering illness, during which his hopes of living were alternately raised, and depressed. Two years before he died, he gave me a huge parcel carefully tied up and sealed. ‘Take care of but don’t open this,’ he said; “if I get better, return it to me if I die, let no mortal eye but yours see it, and burn it.”His widow died a year after him. I. .. uhhyes... it's... cumming... uhhhhhhhhhh." I felt myself stiffen and my back arched throwing my head back as I gasped aloud. I tumbled over on to the sofa and lay on my back, looking adoringly at my Lena, she too smiled at me as though I was the only person she had ever, or could ever love. She said, "How was that Annie, on a scale one to ten?"I pretended to think it over, she playfully slapped my thigh, "Oh I suppose it was... eleven!" She slapped my leg again and laughing, fell in to my.