“Oooohh! Yes! There please, more.”Instead of replying to her words, his tongue pressed even deeper into her and she pushed up against his face at ...he same time as her hand sought his hair to try and control his head. He tasted her silky smooth wetness and thought how good she tasted, his tongue now alternating between her clitoris and her wet vagina, licking, teasing, probing her all over. He felt one of her hands leave his head and then grasp his shaft firmly, holding it as if to gauge the. There were no following mourners — only pallbearers; the unwounded* men of the village.(*The McKinnon definition of "unwounded" appeared to be "able to walk and carry arms" as evidenced by the multiplicity of blood stained field dressings.)The last two biers, carrying the bodies of young men, rode smoothly on antigrav over the dirt path accompanied by stricken faced armed young women in chameleon armour with leashed head pieces, wearing Lovat green Glengarries with their black and red diced. It hasn't been a major problem because of two simple facts: I can't stand her family (neither can she most of the time) and they live four hundred miles away. Leslie usually takes three weeks off during the summer and goes back to visit them and she always tells them I couldn't come because I don't have enough seniority to bid for summer vacation time. This has been the case for the last ten years now and probably would have been the case for the next ten except for the fickle finger of fate.It. I know I said one thing, but now that I saw those pictures I wasn't too sure how to feel. Maybe it was just believing one thing and seeing another. “Shit. And how did you get these?” I asked. “You are not going to like it. I hired a P.I. To follow him one night when he was 'working late' a couple months ago. So he took the pictures and showed them to me. I can't say I was all that surprised honestly. It could have been going on for months for all I know. It's not my fault he's cheating. All I.