” She whispered. I pulled my fingers from her slit, her pussy now puffy and red with readiness, her nectar webbed between my digits. I brought my fi...gers to her lips. “Taste yourself.” I whispered. I could see the initial disgust on her face, the crinkling of her nose, the unsureness in her eyes. I brought one my of fingers to my own lips, and sucked it clean. “Delicious.” I moaned, “I love the taste of virgin Highland cunt.” “Don’t call it that.” She muttered.I rubbed the tips of our noses,. Absently, she traced the scar on his chest with a finger. She wished she knew the full story behind it, but that would never come from Ed.After a long moment of silence, Ed said, “The first time that I slept with you I was so scared. I had never had sex where the woman wasn’t drunk to the point where she was about to pass out. For that matter, I had never had sex unless I was drunk, too.”This was something Kelly had never realized. She moved a little and then said, “You did a great job.”“It was. Dad died years ago. I visited her every other day after work.We often ate dinner together and talked. After this one she brought out an obviously old envelope with a three cent postage stamp on it."Read this," is all she said as she handed it to me. I opened it carefully and read:My Dear Lucy,If you are reading this, I will not be coming back home. My sister had instructions to mail it if she was informed I was killed in combat.I can never forget the time I stayed at your home. I can never. .anything else."You have to now, don't you?" he asked quietly.I closed my eyes tightly. "Yes"While my mind told me I'd gone nuts, my hand moved down my tummy on it's own, ignoring the part of my brain telling it to stop.I sighed as I cupped and squeezed the furry hump of my pussy, moving my hand down enough to catch my swollen clit between my fingers. I started the familiar squeezing and pulling motion, using my fingers and the lips of my pussy to massage my clitoris. I was masturbating in.