I made love to you. Remember?’ She clung to him and cried softly, her tears dampening his shoulder. ‘I’m not your ex-husband. Our marriage is no... based just on fantastic sex. I love you, Lynda… I’ll always love you.’ Tom kissed his wife passionately until her tears ceased. Charles and Diana stood at their kitchen doorway for a moment, then Charles cleared his throat. ‘Uh, I hate to break this up…but this is a piece of information that we ought to get to Washington. It might help them figure out. .. and something that would not bring either tenseness or unhappiness to her mind.But that would be later.Somehow she ended up lying on her bed, dressed in the doeskin shirt, and burgundy skirt, under which she wore a pair of one of Bobby’s sister’s panties, plain, white cotton ones. She didn’t remember kicking the purple boots off but, when his hands touched her, she wasn’t wearing them.Almost instantly, when his fingers started prodding and poking and rubbing, she felt the exquisite pain of. She was seeing the blue films and pressing her boobs and her pussy. I waited for some time peeping from the corner of the door she then pulled her nighty up to her stomach removed her panty and finger fucking herself. After few minutes she suddenly shut down the system and slept on the bed and continued to finger fuck herself closing her eyes and moaning sometimes my name uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaahhhhh…….. Saaaannnjjjaaayyyyyyyy………… I want to fuck uThinking this is the correct time i went towards. "It's not all smut," Louise said defensively. "Really well written. Evocative of its era."I was stunned. Had this girl had an education she'd been hiding? As if reading my mind, she said,"Yes, I've been to uni. English and German. Dropped out after a year because everyone else was having more fun than me." Well you kept that quiet," I said."They think you're a ponce if you've got a brain," she said sadly. " And I've got enough to contend with, being Big Louise." You're..." I began, but couldn't.