“You’ve never been fisted have you, Karen?” I paused. Fisted? What does fisting have to do with Mrs. giving him a hand-job?With my mouth full, s...e beat me to the question. “James, you’re not making sense. First you talk about me giving you a hand-job, then say it is more than that, then ask her if she’s been fisted when we all know she hasn’t.” She took a breath and I waited, too. “What are you … Wait a minute.” I felt her shift more, her pussy pulling away from my fingers in the process. “Wait. It seemed that Ruby Evans came to the notice of the Manchester office in December 1962, and they registered her address with her new boyfriend in Hulme in March 1963 where she remained until her untimely death in 1964. There was no possible way she could have given birth to Helen in Shrewsbury.Both certificates arrived on the same day, Wednesday. It had taken just a week to obtain them. I took them to my room and opened them with a certain amount of trepidation.Both children were born at St. Then I moved to the head of his cock, which was mushroom shaped and colored slightly purple. I very gently moved my mouth over the top of it, then softly kissed it, and again, I then licked my lips letting the taste of it on my tongue, very salty, but somehow sweet. I then put my lips on it and began messaging the balls, and my mouth opened up and began to slowly suck the huge member into my mouth. I got about half way, then started to move back off it for a minute, and then sucked it down. I suppose he was waiting until you were older or engaged to be married, then he would have to tell. Damn'd shame." I was enjoying myself, I must admit, watching her mystified face.She found a blue robe at the foot of her bed and shrugged into it, covering my delighted view of her wonderful body. Since I was sure I would soon own that body, I resolved to be patient. Curiously, I had seen no sign of pubic hair. There should have been at least a shadow. She was surely nubile, wonderfully nubile,.