"Oh Christ, Marcie--" Shhh," I pressed my fingers to her lips. "Don't say anything. Just let me please you." I manipulated her clitoris for a bit long...er, then leaned down and took it between my lips, flicking the inflamed nubbin with the tip of my tongue. Surprised, she thrust her hips against my face, the bed shifting beneath us. I buried my face in my mother's soft chestnut curls, lips pressing into the moist, tangy flesh of her cunt in a lover's kiss. The taste was intoxicating. Her thighs. ”“It’s like a huge weight has been lifted off me,” Celia said, sniffing a little. “I’ve loved him for so long, but I was never sure...”“But you are now?” Siân proclaimed, rather than asked.“He said so,” Celia told her, “so it must be true.”The two laughed and Celia went to Alex and putting her arms round his neck. Kissed his lips long and hard. Alex’s hands went to her waist but simply held her rather than pulling her closer as a lover would.“Oh, Alex, my darling,” she said breathlessly, “I’m. That gave him no right to cry. But the tears fell anyway. The tears fell on Regan’s face, making small clean streaks down her pale face. After a few moments, he forced himself to stop his womanly ways. Lying her back down on the sad excuse for a bed pallet, he took inventory of her. Her face was dirty and bloodied on one side. It looked like old blood, but he wasn’t quite sure how old the blood was. She had bruises on her arms and he assumed she would have them on her legs as well. Anger. Seeing her smile at the camera she had class. Her face was kind. She loved dogs found many strays homes with her friends. Those she couldn’t find homes for seemed to live with her. She was a closet writer meaning she wrote for the enjoyment yet rarely shared her gift. Her picture looked like she was the PTA President. She posted she loved animals, base ball and apple pie. Scanning to his bio I found him remarkable as in his stats. His black hair was peppered with gray his eyes were gray green..