I could feel more precum leaking so I began to slowly wank his cock with my hand while sucking him. I swapped hands and slid my left hand around to hi... arse. He was sitting on the sofa so I couldn’t get far. I slid my hand between his legs, grazing his balls. I placed my middle finger between the crushed cheeks of his arse and probed as best I could.The rubbing of my finger seemed to be good for Paul. He moaned deeper and I felt his cock pulsing. I felt him lift himself up a little and then he. Ohh gosh, that was just my tongue. It just rolled over her clit. Damn. I kissed her clit, kissed it more, kissed her love hole lips, and her thighs. And then, I started rolling my tongue over her pink tiny hidden clit. I did all sorts of things to it, just as I did to her boobs. I kissed it, licked it, circled it with my tongue, sucked it, bite it, sucked it more like drinking through a straw. She was going nuts. She was completely in a different world. I could tell so because she was moaning. Iwatched her sleep. It had been a restless one filled with the demonsthat drove her to what she defined as an independent life free from whatshe termed consumption. My night had been filled with thoughts of mynext move. I recalled my words to my wife when I left her. "If youdon't' hear from me within a year I've either committed suicide or foundmy way." Suicide represented defeat, but finding my way represented hardwork. I'd worked long and hard for others, yet never worked hard formyself. With. She paid close attention to there, just gently letting her kisses touch against my skin and running them up and down my neck. Then she turned her attention up to my face, the kisses, so sweet, connecting with my cheek and meeting my lips in the softest of ways felt like a bliss that shouldn’t ever end. Our lips parted and she entered me with such a passion and held me closer so that I could do nothing but close my eyes and feel her as our tongues began to entwine each others. I could tell her.