Her soft lips enveloped my monster. I sighed contentedly as she did. Jack eased onto the bed beside her, fondling her heavy breasts and soft thighs. M...y mother was nowhere as good as Brianna. Not as good as Liz either. Too one-note, and not overly enthusiastic. Thankfully, she was open to feedback. Before long, in response to my direction, she was balancing the use of her tongue, her pillowy lips, and her throat. She no longer lingered excessively on any one spot. Just when I started to long for. In the back of my mind, I worried that I was the only contemporary of Sally's that she'd yet encountered since age eight. Was this fair? Was I taking advantage? How was she supposed to judge young males if I was the only game in town?Well, we'd worry about that later. For now, we both seemed entirely satisfied with the status quo.San Francisco is a beautiful city, and although Sally had seen it before as a child, she was duly impressed on her return as an adult. San Francisco hotels would. I'm afraid I can't get the chronological timing right but here goes.TIT FUCKS.As I have said in other memoirs, my first wife just love giving tit fucks well this all started when we were courting. I was driving a Mini at the time, which for anyone who ever owned one will remember that there wasn't a lot of room in either the back seats or the front. What we did was that she would strip off to the waist so I could get at her superb tits while using my fingers to get her off to a nice orgasm.. "Pause."Um, actually, Ian's gay." No way." I mean, yeah, I think he does, but that doesn't exactly count. Like my Dad." Anyhow, that's why I'm the luckiest guy alive. I'm in love with the two most amazing women I've ever met ... how did you know I was in love with you anyway?" You told me, remember?"Pause."Only once. And very, very quietly." You whispered it in my ear." My life was falling a apart. I've been known to do crazy things in situations like that." What you said wasn't crazy at all.".