I could hear her gasp as she started riding my nose, her smell was intoxicating, and I lapped her up like a bitch in heat, swallowing hard, feeling he...r tighten up on my nasal cavity, she was building up for an orgasm, her own devouring of my own sex organ, was in proportion to the love two girls felt for each other, both locked into our special sex, touching myself was the norm for me every night, but touching another female, her buttocks, her breasts and nipples, and slipping my fingers inside. The last ones splashed onto her naked tits, which were absolutely magnificient, and I couldn't help but be reminded of when Val would swallow - it wasn't a big difference, but it was one of the things that I missed about her.Tracie reached for the clean-up towel and wiped her face clean, then took a bottle of water and splashed some onto her glasses to clean them. When she was completely clean again she laid down beside me. Joe was working the graveyard shift as a security guard, which made our. . Mrs... ?”“Oh honey, call me Josephine!”Jody brightened up at the old woman’s obvious positive demeanour. “Call me Jody. Its a pleasure to meet you Josephine.” She stood up off her mothers dishevelled hospital bed and shook the older woman’s small wrinkled hand.“Don’t you worry about your mother honey ... Dr. Roth is the best.”Jody smiled bravely, but did fear the worst.Josephine decided to try to distract the attractive middle-aged woman another way. “Your boy... ?”“Sammy.”“ ... Sammy is a. The scene was the living room of the small house we shared, the living room where a few moments earlier I’d finished giving her an orgasm with my tongue. Wanda, the lover in question, was studying something for work and I had decided to go and have a shower. Naked but for a robe, the one she’d bought me for my birthday and that was transparent, almost, red silk and made me look like a whore but then, for her, sometimes I was, I had returned downstairs and heard one side of a phone call.“She’s.