who will spend their money, and so on. Yes, a fair chunk of the money will be wasted because of the corruption. but, and this is important, most of it won't – there will be kids that are able to go to school and learn that it doesn't have to be this way. There will be parents that don't have to spend all their time just trying to survive; and with more 'free' time, they'll be able to pay more attention to what's happening around them, and why it's happening – and change things, if they want.
When they've had a taste of a better life for themselves and their kids, you can be damn sure they're not going to want to go back – which will put pressure on the corrupt politicians to actually do something to help the people – if for no other reason than to stay in their profitable government jobs.'
'It isn't much, is it?'
'No, not really. But it's something.'
'It won't happen very fast, either, will it?'
'No. But better to happen slowly, than not at all.'
Kelly sighed deeply, and said 'I guess when you've got nothing, anything is something.'
A moment later, she looked at me and said 'Promise me that if we get a chance, we'll do something more – even if it's just for one person.'
'If we can, we will. You already know that.'
She sighed again, and answered 'Yeah, I know – but I just wanted to make sure.'
By unvoiced agreement, we decided to let the subject drop in favor of a good cuddle. When Kelly saw my eyelids start drooping, she got up to dig out the wind-up alarm clock I'd brought along. She quickly set the time, then the alarm; after making sure it was fully wound up, she set it on the night stand and lay next to me again. I don't think that it was more than a few minutes before both of us fell asleep, exhausted from the flight.
It wasn't the alarm clock that woke me up, but the feeling of Kelly's warm mouth wrapped around my erect penis. When I looked down at her, her eyes gleamed as she released me long enough to tell me 'This seemed like a much nicer way to wake you up than that damn clock!' We'd tested it before we left, and both of us found it an extremely effective – if unpleasant – way to wake up.
Taking me back into her mouth, she easily slid her lips down me until her nose was touching my pubic hair, before lifting her head again.
After all the time that we'd lived together and been married, it still amazed and delighted me that she was so able to get me going like this.
I watched her for a minute or so, enjoying the sensations she was creating, and the effect she was having on my libido – but it wasn't much longer than that before I wanted to return the favor. We'd been together long enough that she recognized the signs, and without prompting, started to move herself around so she could straddle my head.
When she got close enough, I helped guide her leg over me, and quickly lifted my head to sample the nectar that I still loved: spicy and sweet at once, it was a flavor I never got tired of.
With the taste of her on my tongue, I pulled my head back a bit to have a look at her womanly flower: thin vaginal lips fully extended and parted, framing the glistening entrance to her womanhood; her Mound of Venus covered with a dark, dense, but surprisingly short and soft pubic hair. At the top of her cleft, her larger-than-usual clitoris was erect, and clearly visible. No matter how many times I saw it, the vision of her sex always delighted me.
Lifting my head again, I ran my tongue between her labia to collect another taste of her essence before putting my mouth over her mons.
Forming a rod with my tongue, I slid it into her opening as though it were a miniature erection, and started making love to her with it. I heard her moan of pleasure, and felt its vibrations in my erection.
Mischievously, I timed my penetrations of her to be opposite to the way she was sliding her lips up and down my manhood – as she was taking my penis IN, I was pulling my tongue out, and vice-versa. I'd done that to her before, and she told me that it always made her feel as though she was at opposite ends of the same penis – and got her very aroused. As I'd expected, it had the desired effect this time, too – in less than a minute, I could tell that she was getting even wetter and hotter inside as she started slowly hunching her pelvis against my face, trying to get more of my tongue inside her.
Sadly, I couldn't hold my tongue like that for as long as she would have liked. I finally had to let my tongue muscles relax a bit, and moved my attentions to her clitoris to begin softly 'milking' it with my lips.
That was something that she particularly enjoyed, and I felt her clitoris stand out even more from my attentions. I felt her deep-throat me a few times before she started dancing her tongue along the underside of my penis – she knew what I liked, too!
I continued tending to her nubbin for another couple of minutes before I felt the overflow of her essences touch my lip. Taking her clitoris between my lips, I softly sucked on it for a few seconds as I fluttered the tip of my tongue across it ever so lightly; and heard/felt her groan of pleasure as she pressed her pelvis against my face. When she paused to take a breath, I quickly moved to put my mouth over her opening again, and began lapping her secretions from between her vaginal lips as though she were the Flavor of the Month. Her response was to spread her legs more, inviting me to continue; which I gladly did. It wasn't long before I let myself start dipping my tongue into her again, delving into the source of her precious oils.
When I'd exhausted the immediate supply, I decided to stimulate production by taking one of her labia in my mouth and gently sucking on it as I softly pulled at it with my lips. She deep-throated me a couple more times, then went back to gently sucking on me as the let her tongue and lips wander along my length.
It didn't take much longer before the pleasure of what I was doing to her – and what she was doing to me! – began to have their effect, and I felt my scrotum begin to tighten up. With Kelly cupping it in her hand, she knew when it happened, too, and quickly increased her efforts to bring me to a climax. I didn't want to leave her 'hanging', and reciprocated by focusing my attentions on her still-erect clitoris by circling it with my tongue as I applied varying degrees of pressure to it. I knew my actions were having the desired effect when I felt her start a rhythmic thrusting of her hips against my face as I continued to stimulate her sensitive nubbin. Even as she was responding to my actions, I was responding to hers – I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my release as Kelly continued to use her mouth and lips and tongue to stimulate me.
I finally got her to the brink of orgasm, and held her there for several long seconds before pushing her over the edge with a rapid fluttering of my tongue across her clitoris. When her climax started, she pressed her mons against my lips, and I happily started a gently sucking on her clitoris in time with her spasms. What I didn't expect was the prolonged moan of pleasure she released, and how quickly it would push me into my own release – even as she was drawing a breath after the first wave passed through her, I was flooding her throat with my seed. It was a challenge for both of us to continue our attentions to the other, but we managed; when it was over, Kelly all but fell off of me to lay at my side, both of us gasping for breath as we tried to recover from our pleasure.
Kelly was the first to move as she slowly managed to turn herself around so that she was lying head-to-head with me. I managed to roll onto my side, and ease myself over so that I was next to her. I laid my arm on her belly so that I could hold her breast in my hand; she put one hand on my arm and the other on my thigh before I said 'Yup. That's
Mustering what little enthusiasm she had left, she rapidly nodded her head in agreement before both of us started laughing. And we had an even harder fit of laughter when 'that damn alarm clock' did go off.
But, as planned, it did get us up, and moving – first to shut it off, then to make our way into the bathroom for a shared shower. I took the opportunity to caution Kelly to enjoy the hot water while she could – there wasn't any guarantee that anyplace we stayed at outside of Manila would have genuinely hot water; more likely, we'd be showering in tepid water, at best. I knew she was paying attention to what I told her when she elected to enjoy it for an extra minute or two after I got out and started drying off.
Dried, rested, and again fit for public viewing, the two of us made our way down to the lobby. There wasn't any sign of Marlyn, so we elected to have a seat on one of the surprisingly comfortable couches available.
When we first sat down, Kelly started to move to pull my arm around her; I pulled it back, and whispered to her 'I'd love to – but the rules here are that public affection isn't a good idea; even for American tourists.' Kelly smiled her understanding, but I could see the disappointment in her eyes.
We'd been seated only a few minutes when we saw Marlyn enter the hotel.
Kelly and I both got up, and moved to meet her.
She saw us moving toward her, and changed direction to meet us halfway.
