’Was her reply.I must have drifted off for a while, I was awoken by Lynn suckling on my breasts, I lay still with my eyes closed absorbing those won...derful sensations once again, appreciating those little sparks shooting down to my pussy making me wet. Her tongue circled over each of my nipples, pinching tightly between her teeth, sucking and pulling the flesh taught, over and over again she repeated the attention on each breast. I felt like I was so close to orgasm from just her attentions to. Ginny dropped the brown paper bag of groceries, bent, then looked at the pouch. It was the most important item in the room. It was empty. The precious treasure it contained had gone.Such a thing had never happened before in the sleepy rural town of Huntsville. At least it hadn't happened in Ginny's 30 years of life, that she could remember.But then, Ginny could only remember the last 6 months. She'd awakened in a white starched hospital bed one afternoon and had not been able to remember. Allow me to tell you all the beginning of the story first.I grew up in a very musical inclined family, my dad being a semi-famous percussionist and my mom being a cello player. So of course I grew up around a lot of music. It was my dream to become like my dad, and be a famous percussionist. So it was only natural that on my XXth birthday, he gave me a pair of drumsticks. Sadly, that was the last gift he ever gave me, for he became ill soon after that. He passed away a few months after that,. As her mate's bare foot touched the grass in the yard upon returning home, Xantina felt her strength surging. With her newfound energy, she reached across the miles once more, glad to find her daughter now within a stronger domain of nature — the park. She left a small measure of her consciousness watching over her daughter, and turned the rest to her beloved, who would soon join her in the wood, and her bed of moss."Xanbrina's home," Daniel mused as he relaxed with his mate along the edge of.