Her body needed to be worshipped. I put my hands on her cheeks, holding her tired face, and bent down to catch her wet lips. I started sucking her lip... passionately. Taking my time to suck each of them well.My tongue found its way into her mouth. I could taste my own cum inside her while we were rubbing our tongues passionately. Exploring her warm mouth.I am now standing. She stood up, following me. We did not leave our lips. My hands, which were on her neck, are now moving down her naked top.. Nothing serious, that is, until I reached the jungle. Now I should explain that at the very back of garden is a steep bank rising about ten feet. It's covered in rhododendrons which a misguided previous occupant had planted. Rhododendrons are notoriously difficult to remove once established and I decided that, as long as they stayed where they were on the bank, I would live and let live. The rhododendrons seem to have accepted this agreement for, so far, I've had no trouble from them. Behind. " She said looking up at me after taking me fully in her mouth to get me wet."I can't wait to taste you either." Was all I could add in my state of high pleasure.She came up for air once more, saying "We'll make too much noise if you get inside me, but I'll be sure to do a good job, and I know you'll drive me out of my mind."And so the evening went. The last thing I remember was her rinsing her mouth in her little bathroom. The day, the flight, the drive and the sex had worn me out. I heard. The next day, Joe and I, as Jake Esposito, took the buckboard to Trinity to look into the LeMat conversion. The gunsmith was relieved to see me; he had feared that he had lost a customer since it had been so long since I had been in to see (and nag) him. The job was complete, so we went out back to try it out. I was enthralled, and so was Joe. He and I both shot off about 50 rounds before we were tired enough to call it a day. That gun was nearly perfect for what we needed!The gunsmith was.