Holding it up, I then began to drizzle the clear liquid down onto Michelle’s ass at the bottom of her tailbone. She let out a faint giggle as the lu...e started a slow trickle down between her cheeks, making its way to her finger which was still buried knuckle deep in her own ass. As she began to withdraw her finger, the fluid collected around the digit, coating it as she pushed it back inside. ‘Oooooohhhh,’ she purred, sliding her lube-coated digit in and out of her virgin asshole. I watched. These mutual distractions allowed us to savor the excitement that was growing, ever growing.If our brains had been in control, they would have known there was a swifter road easily available, but our bodies were too busy enjoying the gradual path we were on; taking the time to nuzzle necks; feeling the shiver caused by an unexpected wet tongue in my ear; interrupting with an eyelash kiss on a cheek; warming the delicate sculpture of her ear with my breath.Meanwhile, our hands plied our most. A few days later I came home from work. I couldn't see Claire so I went upstairs to change. I entered the bedroom and found her lying naked on our bed. 'Come here' she said.'Mmmmmm' I murmered as show started stroking my rapidly hardening cock. She started running her tongue along the length of my shaft, back and forwards, before she wrapped her mouth around the tip. She opened her legs and I could see her wet, shaven pussy. 'Started without me?' I said cheekily. 'Mmmmmmm' she murmured with her. She often thought of Sticks and kept a tiny loc of fur around her neck hidden in a Native American satchel that her teacher had given her as a parting gift years ago. The dog saved her from her father that night, and just the thought of him never failed to make her feel safer. The sound of Gunships flying over head pulled her away from her thoughts. “Fuck, its going to be a long night.” Thing is there never was a sunrise in Abu Grave. Thick ugly grey clouds blotted out the sunlight. It was.