A tingling bass note of pleasure plays through my pussy and back up to my head."Don't stop," I say, when his fingers halt their delicious manipulation...of my hair.He touches his lips against mine, and when his fingers continue their dance in my hair, I open my lips to him, and his tongue slides into my mouth. I taste mint, as his tongue caresses mine. After a short time, he pulls away from me and takes a sip of my tea."Why'd you stop?" I ask. "I'm just beginning to enjoy kissing you." I want you. "He still loves you, he is just angry." I still love him, too. I have to work up to talking to him again," she replied.We worked the days away, and talked, danced and loved the nights away. About three weeks later Dawn got up in the morning running to the bathroom. When she got back in the room I asked if she was all right. "Your daughter is making me sick," she said."Yahoo!!! I yelled.I jumped up and picked Dawn up and kissed her all over her face and mouth."Shit, he will never even look at us. He stopped once he got near me and looked up at me. I looked back, in confusion. Then, suddenly, his head started to push up against my pussy lips. Parting them, he began to slither into my pussy. I gasped, my hands pressing down on the sheets as he made his way inside of me. I could feel him in me. Slithering around, making his way up my stomach, up into my chest, and finally resting in my breasts. I could feel him coil up and lay down in my chest. I grasped my breasts and squeezed, feeling. It's somebody you already love."I was hoping if I told the tale it would keep his interest, and maybe he would hold on for a bit longer.I could see his interest."Huh?"I fluffed up his pillow, had him sit up a little straighter."You remember when I got back from the service?"It was 1970.I had just got back from a two year Southeast Asian vacation courtesy of my uncle. It sucked.Two tours. I never got shot, never shot anybody. I was a medic. I spent my time holding scared and dying kids my age,.