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25Martha looked at her.%u201cPlease, please, Martha. I want to see what I may look like in time.%u201dMartha smiled as she put her glass of ginger beer down on the wooden boards and said, %u201cOne last time, then.%u201dShe pulled her long dress up over her head and pulled her knickers down to her ankles. Carla looked in admiration and awe. She said, %u201cMay I touch your skin all over?%u201d%u201cOnly you and my late husband have such privilege. Go ahead. Don%u2019t tarry too long down there in my private parts in case you excite me,%u201d Martha said with a cheeky smile.Carla nodded and put her finger tips just bellow Martha's collar bone. She ran her fingers very slowly down her rippled and circleindented skin, feeling each tiny leech tooth mark, down over her breast, over her stomach and through her pubic hair. She pulled back her labia and felt the busier and more complex patterns there.%u201cNo longer, Carla. I%u2019ve been so long without sex, your touch there is exciting me.%u201d Martha told her.Carla was about to stop, but instead looked up at her face, and saw her close eyes. Martha had given her so very much, and she had given nothing of value in return. Martha was a beautiful woman still, despite her mid years. Why not? Carla thought... why not give her beautiful and caring friend that which she had missed for so long. Instead of taking her fingers away, Carla circled Martha's clitoris with her finger tips, carefully applying more pressure.%u201cPlease, don%u2019t,%u201d Martha said.Carla ignored her and instead pushed her mouth onto the area and licked her with long strokes of her tongue that passed over her clitoris and flicked it, while her fingers maintained pressure.Swamp Tramp