I loved her. I attended her funeral. I still miss her, she was a good friend. Their daughter asked me to be the ‘mother of the bride’ at her wedd...ng. That’s where I was two weeks ago. Jim came with me and he and George are now friends. Jim was the one that suggested he visit his hometown before deciding where he was going to go when he sold his house. I was very surprised and relieved when Jim said that to him. He does not know that there was a history between you and George and Jim only. It all left her a shaking, mewling mess. And a minute later, a cumming mess. She cried out, but her cries were quiet, without breath, nothing more than pants and whimpers as she held onto Art, and came onto his face. She could feel her juices, far more juices than there should have been, drip down onto him, and down her thighs. She could feel her inner muscles clench with all their might, before they convulsed in random spurts of bliss, and more of her liquids trickled out of her. The more they. The bloodied item was then unceremoniously dropped down on top of the two turds sitting down in the water of the toilet bowl.Vanessa did not grab a fresh tampon straight away. She would put a new one in once she had showered properly and was all dry again. All she did now was to press a little button just to the left of the toilet bowl which flushed the bowl and released a douching stream of water from just under the rim of the toilet seat. That lovely warm water sprayed up into all her female. I flicked it with my tongue and you gave out a gasp and arched your back. You are but a few moments away from being made love to by me, your Romeo. My tongue leaves your clitoris and moves up your body to your nipples. I suck each one hard, pulling it away from your breast. You can feel my manhood between your thighs and you part them instinctively and wrap your legs around me so your heels are on my buttocks. The head of my swollen manhood is right at your entrance as it parts the outer lips.