One hand rested on your lower belly, fingers lightly touching your mound of venus – not rubbing, not moving, just resting there. XXX You began a high pitched moan, mouth wide, face slightly contorted, teeth bared with passion. Then I heard you arrive home, silently climb the stairs and enter your bedroom around seven. I needed to suckle your breasts. Perspiration was beginning to collect in the cleft of your ass. The intense orgasm was a welcome release. It was unthinkable that I should consider the idea of another woman sharing our lives – though more than once, in your child-like way, you asked me to find you another mummy. I rearranged your robe, covering your pale shoulders and breasts, now slightly reddened from the friction of my face and from your own passion.
