I couldn’t bring myself to do what I wanted which was very frustrating to me. Fifteen years of marriage had apparently made me fear changing our rou...ine even though I wanted to and thought my husband would like it. I was also always very quiet in bed and only occasionally would make much more than a low moan when I had a particularly intense orgasm….or….as it turned out….thought I had an orgasm. I could also only have an orgasm when my husband used his fingers on me. I have never had an orgasm. A breeze off the water caresses my clit and gives me goose bumps. He lowers his head and gently sucks my clit into his mouth. I feel his tongue glide up and down my lips as his finger slides in and out of my pussy. “Ooooooh Daddy, you feel so good,” I moan. I start to move my pussy closer to his mouth, my hips bucking back and forth. His tongue flicks my clit faster and faster in rhythm with his finger. “Daddy, I’m cumming!” I shout. He fingers me faster, focusing on my spot. My pussy starts to. Ayden nodded and gave a thumbs up. Al checked his NAV for anything new in his messages, nothing. Everything was ready to go. Al started at pace between a jog and run. Ayden stayed behind him at five meters. The snow slowed them down a bit. Also all the trees, brush, and logs that they had to either move around or jump over. Al was like a fluent motion, as he gracefully flowed through the forest like a coyote running to catch its prey. Al kept this pace going, occasionally he looked back at. “I’m not sure if it is the variety of trees they had back then or the fact that the trees are so old and overgrown, but this fruit is really only good for cooking.”Come help me gather some peaches, and he led me further into the grove to the tree that was most laden. As we got close, a couple of Red-crowned parakeets took off from the uppermost branches, their emerald green plumage quite beautiful in the morning's sun. We could see that they had spoilt most of the top layer of fruit. But.