Hugs like old mates. I hadn't met his new wife, Lisa before, and again Matt chose a smoking hot wife (brunette this time instead of the Norwegian blon...e). It was just like old times and Matt was telling embarrassing stories about me that I had honestly forgotten about. We were laughing so hard that people were looking at us like maybe we were the drunk people. We weren't... yet. After we all got a round of beers I said that I'd prefer to switch to scotch or rum, and I asked Matt and Lisa if. Eventually, I kept it up in the air, giving Ronnie a better angle for his tongue, and I threw my head back, over the arm of the sofa, in pure pleasure.After what felt like mere seconds, but was probably more like 10 minutes, Ronnie moved, bringing his hand to replace that golden tongue on my clitoris. Using his thumb, he put much more pressure on it, and rubbed it much harder. I didn’t think I could feel any better than when his tongue was on my clitoris, but I was wrong, his thumb, with its. As she gasped and shook, trying to control the sensations in her body, she felt a sudden emptiness and disappointment as the sprites stopped their licking and kissing. But it soon became clear why.“She’s ready now.” “So wet, so open.” “Now she can take him.”“Now she is ready.”“He’s coming. I feel his presence.” Susanna trembled with anticipation. She could see a pale glow below the edge of the hilltop, as if something was coming up the steep slope. Her heart thumped, and for the first time that. The guest bedroom, the kitchen, the living room and what appeared to be the bathroom shower, where she was. I could not believe it, there she was in all her glory washing her hair and body. Starting off with that long redish gray hair then moving down her body. First to her glorious, firm, big nippled tits. God , they were just like i remembered them they had hardly changed a bit. I remember the one time she actually let me suck on them for a little bit. I know she enjoyed it by the little.