Not that I would be alive in 10 years, but in seeing what I could become.FBI started in."Where the Hell did you get this evidence?"The briefcase and i...s contents were on the table.I told them the story, starting with Sally's involvement with Gary. I told them about finding Nicole and taking her and Simone into my home and into my protection. Since they had my report on Gary's demise and my part in it, I left that out. I related that Simone had had difficulties adjusting to the new situation and. . . . . I so want you to touch me, to want me, to be here, watching me, helping.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .I slide my hand down across my tummy, towards my thighs, they automatically spread for you. My finger slides along my wet slit, it is wet because of you, for you. I press my finger on my clit for a moment, I know how much you want to taste me, how much you need this.I slowly start to circle my clit, my other hand still pinching my hard nipples. My fingers slide to my opening, spreading. I wiggled my tongue up and down like a worm on a hook. I was hooked!After a few seconds of my tongue in her pussy, I slid it up toward the bump. When I hit it, I was rewarded with a thrust upward, legs clamped around my head holding me there and a warm sensation flooding over my face. I had just eaten my first pussy, played with my first set of tits and caused a girl to cum on my face.After several minutes, Barb collected herself, dressed and went towards the house. I was enthralled with the. But I always preferred it when we made love. You know why. You know precisely why. It’s been nearly two years since we last even spoke with each other. Things ended badly. It’s hard to be friends, then become lovers, and then try to go back to being just friends. Especially when one of the lovers is married. So things ended. And now, two years later, all that are left are memories. You’ve moved on. You’re engaged now, in fact. I’ve moved on too. But I’ve never moved past the memories, and I.