‘Fucking half the night!’ What the hell was she talking about? Unless… I decided to investigate more closely. I started kissing her on her stoma...ch, inching my way, closer to her sweet pussy. The closer I got, the stronger the smell of male/female love juice. Did she really do it, fuck the handsome steward on our wedding night? I couldn’t believe it! As I approached her labia, I parted them with my tongue and drove it deeply into her cunt. There it was, that unmistakable taste of a man’s semen,. She was pleasant, easy to talk to, and friendly to everyone.I first saw her when my math teacher asked me to become an algebra tutor for students that were having trouble or requested additional help. Emily was one of the six people that had asked to have a tutor. The group met after school 3 afternoons a week. I was given class credit and an hourly wage that was equal to the minimum wage. I would have done it without those benefits as the brain exercise was fun.I had use of our family van, so. He gazed at her. She was more beautiful than ever in the flickering firelight. The cold had brought a glow to her cheeks that he had never seen before, more attractive than the make-up he tried so hard to stop her using. Her shoulder length blonde hair, rolling onto the high collar on her white cashmere top seemed to frame her face. Her blue eyes shone above her high cheekbones, and the smile remained on her tiny mouth. He could wait no longer. He placed a hand around her neck, pulled her. "Hi," she said as we recovered our posture."What do you mean Hi!" Joey said taking her in his arms and swinging her in a circle three times."You are amazing," I said as I took my turn holding her. I couldn't repeat Joey's stunt because we were now in the middle of a sea of shorter people."I know. But you know what? You are too. I felt you reach me. You know where I was?" No, where?" London, England." Shit!" Joey said before slapping his hand over his mouth. "Uhm, you guys didn't hear that," he.