It would make me so happy if you would kiss the inside of my thighs. I would love to feel your mouth and tongue against my skin. I would wish for you ...o move slowly up and down the inside of my legs. I would notice you reaching my crease breathing heavier and heavier through your nose as you became more aroused by my scent, and I would feel my pulse race until I thought my heart would explode. I would be overjoyed when you reached my pinkest area and started working it over with your tongue,. La petite mort the French call it: the little death. It felt like I had died, gone to heaven and come back to find this beautiful angel loving me in a way I'd never forget.I closed my eyes and gave a satisfied sigh, felt her move away, leaving me warm and fuzzy all over. When i opened them again she was filling a small brass pipe with aromatic green leaves. We toked in contented silence, passing it back and forth. The glowing bowl lit hidden depths in her eyes, strange shadows danced on the. She told me that her husband never held her like that and he has never been this kind to her. All he wanted was her money. I then slowly turned her towards me and gave her a proper hug.” By: This story is about how we surprised our friend’s hot mom on her birthday and gangbanged her. Then we all fucked her regularly as she also enjoyed it a lot.“Then I started kissing all over her back, then her neck, then her upper chest. Then slowly, I unhooked her blouse, followed by her bra. Then slowly, I. This should have been startling but was not. It was more a sensation of hearing familiar footsteps, or recognising the shape of someone as they walk through a crowd towards you. He was with me. ‘Sophie.’ I looked at him, smiled in greeting, but wondered how he knew my name. His answering smile was fleeting but warm and sincere. His eyes were clear, all seeing. ‘A calm place, this, a good place to come and be still.’ ‘I come here looking for feathers for my collection.’ I told him, thinking I.