Oh god, will She like it? I’ve gone a bit over the top – yeah, like every time before, you stupid wanker, and She’s always ok about it. She alwa...s said She’d tell me if I was ever too OTT. Suddenly I hear Her voice and then She’s through the door, all smiles and lighting up the room – She is a Goddess. My nerves evaporate as She greets me so warmly and kindly and even in plain street clothes She is beautiful. Even so I wonder what She must think, Her being a glamorous Goddess, and what must I. I let that mixture hang around inside the storage are for a half hour. Then I sat on the toilet, opened all the valves, and drank a half gallon of distilled water. That's the stuff my mom used to run through her steam iron.When that was finished, I reset all the valves and switches before I poured myself a shot glass of extra virgin olive oil. I was back on the toilet when I opened the release valve for the olive oil storage container. When it was empty I closed the valve and quickly drank the. You say, “I will guide you in the beginning baby but the you will be flying off on your own wings baby.You place both hands upon my ears and guide my head down to your pussy. I can hear my hear racing. The sound of my heart pounding is broken, by your pillow talk voice saying, “Now lick mommies’ pussy like ice cream. And not just any ice cream. I want you to pretend that it a hot sunny day. You have an ice cream cone in your hand that is melting. So, the object of the game is to lick my hot. He told that as he was saying goodbye to them outside, Gary had mentioned my breasts, saying that he did not realise what nice big breasts I had as I had always covered up over the years, and that it was nice to see me like this.I quickly tried to block that out of my mind and went about the rest of the week; every so often I must admit it did pop into my head.At the weekend, while having a lie in with my husband, we were messing about, my husband was rubbing my pussy he whispered into my ear.