She wanted it hard and raw. The animalistic sex was plentiful. I often longed for the emotional intimacy she denied me. Buket never gave me a hug or a...cuddle. She used my body and I used hers. The difference being that I loved her. She never loved me.I was able to take care of her needs, but not a lot of her wants. I went into some serious debt trying. we ate out so much my oven was dusty. I'm a high school teacher. I make a decent living, but I'll never be rich. I did my best. There was no way. She flopped back on the bed and I went straight for her glistening pussy with my tongue.Kath looked down at her Mum,“Do you want Andy to lick your pussy?”The words were dripping with lust.Joan couldn't speak, her breathing was very deep and she just nodded.I lightly touched her labia with the tip of my tongue, just a gentle flick really, then another one, on the third one, Joan came again, her love juice squirting from her pussy into my face and on to the bed.Kath reached down and for the first. I owed her a special thank you for this. The rich German chocolate was great, but the crunchy coconut-pecan icing was my favorite.I sat in my favorite chair and the SCU contingent gathered around. I saw John from the club come to join and since it was so obvious that people were gathering with some intent, everybody seemed to gravitate toward us, hoping it would be a good story.“Okay,” I said. “Most of the PCAD friends were around while all this was happening last spring. We weren’t very sure. So much, in fact, I had to make an intoxicated run down to the local grocery store to replenish our supply for the evening. We were getting along famously, by this time. We were both so drunk, we had problems even standing. Once when she had to pee, she asked me to go along and support her as she entered the bathroom. I got her in the room, turned her to sit, but she had problems getting her pants down around her hips. She asked me for assistance, so I obliged by unbuttoning the front.