I slowly began inserting my middle finger inside of her. She gasped at first but I took care that I was extremely gentle with her and slowly worked my...way up to my knuckle. I had done this to myself several times, but it did not feel as tight or wet as this little hot box. I began finger fucking her with a vengence. I was making so much noise from licking and sucking, grunting as I banged her over and over with my finger, I almost didn't notice what began to happen. Her legs shot out straight. So close to redemption, or still miles away, who would know for sure with this woman? Her spirit had defied him, no matter who they had been on previous occasions. This was a different time though. Relationships sure had changed since his past life that tragically ended in World War II. He had almost had her then, they were even engaged. A German bullet ended his impending triumph prematurely. Sometimes he wished she could remember too. ‘You should go out more too, you know. Meet some girls.’. The heels were so high that she was standing practically on the tips of her toes. She didn't wear nylons, her legs were totally bare. She had to put a lotion on them minutes ago, because they were so soft, shinny and moisture. The look on all this flash started to pump blood in my dick again. I tried to think of something else, but it was too late. I started to felt uncomfortable because I didn't know how obvious the bulge in my jeans was. I slowly looked down and saw a huge tent down there. I. “Rich. And you’ve met Michelle.”They smiled at each other. “Yes. A very special young lady. She certainly knows how to get what she wants.”I looked at Michelle, “Yes. Yes she does at that.” I looked back at Susan. “Would you like to join us for a few minutes? We’re not quite finished.” I slid the chair next to me back and Susan sat down. “Wine?”“Yes, thank you.” I motioned to the waiter for another glass and he brought it promptly. I poured a glass for Susan and topped off mine and.