She turns her head, we kiss again, tongues searching. She comes. Tensing belly, bucking hips, scream suppressed by the tightness of our mouths togethe..., she comes. Hard. Sensing how long to keep her going, easing the pressure on her clit, letting her back down gently from her ecstasy.We stay with tongues and mouths together, letting the water wash over us for a minute or two. “Yes?” I ask eventually.“Oh yes, oh yes” and she looks at me as if this were our first time, “My turn, I believe?” she. He had smashed it up so badly in places that he was going to lose the function of his little finger and have only partial function in his ring finger. Well, that didn't make any difference to me, but it might make a lot of difference to the Rangers. Only time would tell.Ten weeks later, Bob was finally up on his feet and walking, albeit with a cane. He was still very weak, so he spent as much time as he could walking and otherwise exercising to build up his strength and stamina.Bob's left hand. She let me eat her out completely, and showed that she Loved it. So what's not to like here? (whoops, another 21st century phrase, in telling an early 60's tale) ... But God, that 100+ minutes got away so fast.It was two more days before we talked, but I was on such a high, the time flew by. When I was mowing the back yard late Saturday afternoon, she apparently slipped outside and snuck down her side of the fence. She had already been standing there watching for a few seconds when I wheeled. I suggest you take your little asses while they’re still intact and get the hell out of here.”“Fuck you, fatso,” said the one in the black shirt. She started to walk toward Claire but stopped about four feet from her. Evidently, she had seen that Claire was heavy but she didn’t realize how big and tall she really was. The woman was about 5’5″ and 115 pounds as was the other one.“You really didn’t call me fatso, did ya?” The woman.