It gave Sandra a nice feeling when she noticed the look on her girlfriend's face.Veronique walked towards Sandra and then they kissed each other, on t...he lips. Just a little kiss, nothing too steamy."I wasn't expecting you yet," Sandra told her girlfriend."I know. I just needed to see you," Veronique said, and she suddenly looked a little worried."Is there something wrong?" Sandra asked with concern."Let's get out of the street first," Veronique suggested.Sandra took Veronique's hand, and pulled. When we married, John promised before our family, friends and God that as long as I was his, he would love me and no other. He reinforced that promise every day by giving me a gentle kiss on my forehead as he got out of bed. During the week he had to wake up early because of his job and the long commute. He was out of the house long before my alarm went off. His waking before me carried into the weekend so every morning for over thirty five years he kissed me like that.It may not sound like. He is amazing. The man was an army private the day of the speech, and was part of one of the first pickups. He is officially assigned to a training and breeder colony somewhere deep behind the front lines. He is also one of the most experienced marines when it comes to training others to handle pickups, so he spends a great deal of time training new recruits. Some of the stories he tells me about the actions of men and women on colony transports are sickening. I just couldn't treat someone that. I brushed her clit with my lips, gently kissing it, stroking it, before I took it in to my mouth. I sucked it with exquisite slowness, in to my mouth. I play with it between my lips and, so, so gently, graze it with my teeth. I take it lightly between my teeth. I don't want to hurt her; I just want her to feel a perfect contrast to the softness of my lips and tongue. My teeth are hard and sharp against her sensitive clit.Her breathing is hard now.I know that we are moving towards a climax. Her.