That was horrible!” “I’ve thought about trying to escape from it all,” Vivienne said. She drew on her cigarette and sipped from her glass of w...ine. “You know like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. I got on this plane to Hawaii, fell asleep over the Pacific and woke up in the same bed I’d woken up in Slough. And another time I was in a car crash, lost consciousness with blood all over me and the next thing I knew I woke up in a comfy bed with no bruises or anything. That really shook me. Had I just. But of course in my soul I am as I have always been. A writer. So taking advice from the wordsmiths before me I finally settled on taking the Bard’s advice, ‘To thine own self be true’. Final closing argument came with these words, from John Greenleaf Whittier ‘Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”. And so… This ‘is my story and I’m sticking to it’. Time to ‘cum clean’ but! If you’ve learned nothing of my style you will only be perhaps disappointed. They kind of sloped on her chest and then bulged and lifted, the nipples and pink areoles turned slightly away from each other although I could push them together and make her tips touch and rub each other, even with my long, stiff cock between them.We had been playing with each other's bodies for several years, ever since I found out how good it felt to have my long, thick cock licked. I can still see her freckles and big eyes the first time I put my glans in her mouth. Now she was much more. I complemented her so much and she was so pleased. I meant all I said. It also started raining and soon we were getting bolder. I was moving my hand on her big thighs and making the move towards her pussy. She was hot. I move my hand on her boobs as well and started fondling and caressing them. I told her to raise her shirt and she did that. The red lacy bra which I had told her to wear was trying its best to support her huge boobs. I sighed looking at them and complimenting her started.