" He offered to lick it clean for her, but, Cathy knew full well what would happen, THEN, and declined his offer. Billy dressed, and they had one last..., at least for a little while, kiss. Cathy AND Billy both mused often, as to how they were so lucky to have met, AND married, the loves of their lives. It was all Billy could manage NOT to attack her for the third time, as he watched her touch up her pussy with a razor, and dab cologne on her wrists, under her ears, and a special application to. Normally the sex between them was wild, but somehow this seemed more fitting. Slow and gentle he kissed her, stroking her body, removing their clothes, arching up to let her feel his hard manhood, her small hand holding him as he pressed himself into her palm. Soft words of encouragement whispered between them, and he bent his head to her neck, kissing her there, telling her he would always look after her. Her small breasts rose up as she arched her chest towards him, and taking them in his. I hoped she'd finally let me see her breasts finally. She hadn't even let me touch them.We went to the woods like we usually did with my friends and some others, with a crate of beer, and some weed but we parted from them, heading further into the darkness. With a torch placed down on the ground nearby, she unzipped my jeans and dropped them down along with my boxers.She'd seen my body before but not my cock. She hadn't even touched it although it had pressed against her several times. I wasn't. I suspect if she has her way, I’ll be just like you in no time. Maybe you can show me how to live without shame.” I tilted my head back and let out a sigh, savoring the feeling of Justina’s tongue. If this was to be the dynamic of our friendship, I guess I wouldn’t mind. I didn’t need idle conversation to pass the time, but a ‘friend’ who would listen to my verbalized thoughts without complaint or comment would be nice. I just wished she’d get back to licking me, because for some reason she’d.