”I did just that. I could feel the warmth of her hole thought my tongue. She let out a slight whimper. That was my cue I was doing it right. I got g...ing, wiggling my tongue, licking her insides. I was hard again, I started to stroke myself slowly.“Don’t put your tongue in, use it to massage this spot” She pointed to a little spot just above the entry to her cavern. Within 15 seconds she moaned a true, deep moan, not dissimilar to the one she had gotten out of me. I continued to go slow and. "Okay, we can do all that and then I would like to ride up to visit my folks for an evening and try to sleep with my husband in my old bed without too much worry about my folks." She grinned."Works for me. Let's shower." We went into the bathroom and locked the adjoining suite door and showered together. I said, "I'm looking forward to our shower at our new house. It should be roomier."She smiled at me. "I did enjoy that outdoor shower on the island whether we washed or not." I smiled back as I. “It started when you were first married to George. You were twenty and this gorgeous beauty the whole world admired. A little girl from a small town striking it big. It was our royal wedding in Canada. I couldn’t get enough of you.” Angela kept clicking on the pictures and Nancy saw they captured the events she was speaking about. “I was a little eight-year-old girl, or nine. My room was plastered with images of you. I had never met you, but I loved you somehow. And your message from day one. Reading was a way she escape her reality. It was three days before Christmas, and she dreaded that more than anything. She’d forced herself to go to the mall a few times to buy gifts for her family but every time stepped in the mall, a few minutes later she’d run out crying. It had been a painful six months. Thinking about everything that had happened, brought tears to her eyes. She was trying to get lost in one of her books, but instead she found her mind wandering. She was remembering last.