Yet, I was curious for the whole story, and her exact answer.I witnessed then one of the most cheekiest smiles I've ever seen on Jill's face, just bef...re she dropped her head, and shyly muttered a distinctly unbelievable reply: “Ah well, you know, I just asked politely”, before hugging me close to her petite body, and burying her face into my chest in a lame attempt to further hide any giving expression. But with a little thought on my part, and with Jill giving away a lot in her reaction, the. That” I said slowly. “Don’t you fucking dare call me missy”“I’ll do whatever...”. The words coming out of his mouth tailed off as I started to walk around the table towards him. I was fucking furious that this jumped up little man could have the cheek to call me missy.I walked right up to him. We were face to face. Toe to toe. His face was now almost white as a sheet.“Don’t you fucking EVER call me that. In fact you will NEVER call me anything other than my name. No missy, no sweet cheeks, no. One of the great joys of making love with Margaret was to see her lying on her back with her legs apart and pulled up against her chest to display her parted sex. I was blissfully happy to lick and nibble and nip and suck on her labia, bury my tongue deep in her pussy and alternate between gently flicks and firm rasps across her clit. ‘Would you really make love with a woman while I watched?’ ‘I’ve never been with a woman so not sure how I’d react. But I’m willing to try it.’ ‘Can I join in?’. Her slip was rucked up around her hips, her panties were off and her pussy was framed by the lacy suspender belt. My cock was nestled in her pussy and I was about to start pushing into her and yet we were having a discussion about the right and the wrongs of this moment. I told her that I loved her and that I had longed for this. She admitted that she too had thought about having sex with someone else and had even thought about me at times. I leaned forwards and kissed her on the lips.My mouth.