I’m thirty-five with two c******n. We’d been married seven years; it was ashotgun wedding. In that time, I could have given Alan his wishm...ny times, as I’d had lots of offers. I have nice long legs, and agood figure (34C-25-34); my breast are still firm enough that I don’t need to wear a bra; I have a full bush that is trimmed at the bikini line for swim suit season. I stand 5’4 with brown hair and brown eyes. Despite all temptations, I stayed faithful.As the semester. I began by running my tongue from well to clit and back, each time slipping slightly into that delicious source of her nectar. Her hips jerked and she let out a soft grunt each time my tongue crossed her clit. After a few minutes of this, I spread her open with my thumbs, and went to work fully on her clit, not just flicking it, but stroking it with the flat of my tongue. Her hips began to grind her against my tongue as her breathing became labored and the grunts turned into a series of. ’ Branna raised her head but averted her eyes. Essus came forth and raised her chin. ‘Look at me child. You fight for this world and ours. You fight for all living creatures. You must fight for a purpose greater than yourself. Can you do that?’ Branna thought long and hard, meeting his dark gaze. ‘I can.’ To her shock they believed her and then set to arguing about training. Sighing she set her bag down, pulled out her weapons and began to sharpen them. Perhaps one day she could fight for. "I'll see him in class later today. Do you want me to take his stuff with me?" Sure," I replied, glancing up at the kitchen clock. "Damn, I've got a class at noon and I've got less than twenty minutes to get there." I looked down at my pink terrycloth robe. "I'm not even dressed yet!"I ran back to my bedroom and threw off my robe, tossing it onto the middle of the unmade bed. I found some panties in my dresser and slipped into them. Frantically, I rooted through the bottom drawer of my dresser.