Maybe, today, he really was coming home to her. Perhaps by some miracle this time she might have come to understand his love for her.He looked out his...window as the aircraft descended; his heart filled with hope. Hope that she would accept his love.What can I do to make you love me?What can I do to make you care?What can I say to make you feel this?What can I do to get you there?She stared restlessly at the list of arrivals, impatient for his plane to land. She sat down again, her hands. Will it hurt?" No, this won't hurt at all. One of the other medications you took relaxes the anal sphincter so that there will be no resistance and no pain. In fact, we could stick something pretty large in there with no discomfort. I understand how you feel, Lydia," he went on. "But we ought to check it out as part of a comprehensive examination." Okay," I said doubtfully. "But you have to stop if I don't like it." Of course," he said, with a reassuring smile.He lubricated the dildo, then. Lightly, slowly, running my tongue over and around them. I went to one then the other, licking, sucking. My cock was aching for Nichole. She was thrashing about the bed. I went lower. Licking my way down her lovely belly. Sticking my tongue in her belly button and lapping away. My fingers still friggin her clit, stroking in and out of her pussy. I could smell the sweet young teen aroma. My cock twitched again, knowing what I was going to get. I ran my tongue lower until I reached her. Since his death eight years ago, her mind has slowly started to slide. She doesn’t leave the house as much as she used to. The only reason she leaves the house is to visit with my aunt in the next state. While there I become the villain maniacally twisting my moustache as she tells my aunt I waste her money even though I do not have any access to any of her finances. Although I am not sure what goes on while she is visiting and I am left to tend the house and pets, she relates her stories on my.