Jill kneeled on the bed facing Ted as he stood there panting. "I'm very wet," she purred. "What are you going to do about it?" A low growl escaped his...throat as he lunged forward and pinned Jill to the bed. "I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm going to tie you up and I'm going to lick your pussy until you scream. What do you think about that?" "I don't know about the tied up part, but I like the idea of a good tongue bath on my clit." She replied."We'll see" he said as, kneeling astride her. My request was met with curious looks all the way around, but was quickly acceded to, when I explained that we’d be discussing a topic I didn’t want overheard.Our three guests arrived almost simultaneously, and after a great breakfast I started the discussion.“Thank you all for meeting me this morning on such short notice. The reason I asked you all here, is to talk about yesterday afternoon’s attack here in the restaurant, and what it means to each of you and your families. To be blunt, it. His dick pulses as he rubs it against me. Leaving a trail of precum on my thighs. I want to reach out and touch it, but I don’t dare move for fear of ruining what has to be the greatest moment of my life so far. I drink in the sight of him, the angles and sharpness of his muscled body. He is breathing shallowly, almost panting as he uses the hand that had been in my mouth to lubricate my hole. It doesn’t really need it, but thats okay - the feeling of his fingers pressing into me is most. ‘Then I will have to take you there someday.’ I blurted. I don’t know why I said it but something really did want me to take her there away from her own life. She sat back and looked at me for a moment. Her eyes seemed almost pleading and then she smiled slightly. ‘I may just hold you to that.’ I miss her face. I shuffled through the box to find a picture. Fond memories assaulted me instantly when I found my favorite picture of her, taken on that week in Tuscany. Again, I was lost to.