It also spanned his years of National Service and study for his Accountancy exams. Two children and a house in Twickenham later, it all ended so messi...y. The photographs that recorded those precious shared moments he and Jenny had enjoyed together were all that was left now. And she, as unable as he was still to watch Casablanca in quite the same way, was happy to leave these monochrome memories to her ex-husband. What tangible memories did she have now? Or were they ones she’d still rather. . she has taught you well!" she groaned as she pushed her pussy back onto my thrusting tongue. I licked and thrust my tongue as deep as I could reach between her pussy lips, lapping up her juices as they continued to stream from her cauldron.Feeling adventurous and a little evil, I let my tongue slid across her asshole a couple of times before thrusting the tip at her tight ass pucker. That prompted an immediate reaction of "Oh you nasty young fucker ... did that bitch tell you to do that too?". Last night is a perfect example. Brad my husband goes to bed around 9pm (he works physically hard) and I join him around 11pm and he is well and truly asleep. BUT I AM HORNY and start playing with myself, wetting my fingers with my mouth before fingering myself, knees up and hitting the Hot spot that only a woman can do straight away. I am immediately wet and thinking or fantasizing about my most recent escapades, from sucking a French exchange student during our work Xmas party to asking Brad. We had become so wrapped up in being together we didn’t even need the contents of the bag. Jay kissed me again as I met him at the door. We slowly walked back to his car hand in hand. Jay opened the door for me, closing it after I’d become situated in my seat. I waited until he’d backed out and started driving off of the base before taking his hand in mine. We enjoyed the music on the radio, looking at each other once in a while. The drive back to my car was not long and in too short of a time.