he ran his tongue down over her belly, and it passed over the waistband of her French knickers, and over the mound of her pubic bone, to come to rest in a kiss, on the gusset of her drawers. Anne gasped, her husband had never touched her there, with anything other than his rough hand, or uncleansed prick, but the gentle feel of his kiss, through the silk of her knickers made her come for the first time with a man, for fifteen months. She felt the gusset being pulled aside, and then she felt the warm wetness, as his tongue slipped between her cunt lips, to flick at her innermost depths.