Our Time Is Now Book Five (Thomas Weaver)
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As the relationship between Mary and Tommy becomes even more physical, they began to wonder whether Mary’s mother approves of them being together. She is leaving to take up a new job, but it seems she has done everything she could to make their life together as difficult as possible. Their work on the convoys of lorries taking food to military establishments all over the country becomes more and more arduous, the bombing of the docks near their home at Liverpool intensifies, and the likelihood increases of Tommy being called up into the armed forces. On top of everything else, a beautiful woman working with Mary seems to be showing an interest in Tommy.
** All five books in the "Our Time is Now" series are also available as one volume published 10th February 2011 **
Product type: EBook Published by: Strict Publishing Intl. Published: 1 / 2011
No. words: 48000
Style: Erotic Romance, Historical Erotica , General Erotica
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I kissed her, lifted the bedclothes and moved down Mary’s body, my face coming to rest on her Lady Jane. I pushed my way between her thighs
and, holding her bum, I pulled her tightly onto my open kissing mouth. I wanted to feel safe, cocooned between the beautiful thighs that
held me tight as I kissed and hugged, moving my face from side to side as I worked myself as far as I could into the depths of Mary’s Lady
Jane, even feeling part of her bum cheeks against my forehead. I wished I could hide down there in those depths forever, while the rest of
the world rid itself of all its problems. The rhythm of Mary’s thighs, bottom and Lady Jane rocked me gently as it pressed to and fro, and
I tried to settle further into the overwhelming warmth and safety of Mary’s body. I was not unaware in my driven desire for this haven of
safety that Mary also wanted part of our last lovemaking and had turned her body over towards me, pulling me by the hips and then my bottom
until she could reach my member to rub her face into all my bits and pieces. Her groans were loud as she kissed me all over and held my
member to her lips, kissing it with a thousand kisses, placing her mouth over it, her appetite insatiable as her mouth moved franticly about
it, squeezing it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. It was too much for me, and I did not want to move from where I was, but a
whirlpool of passion was rising from deep within me and I pulled my member away.
“No, Tommy, please. Not this time,” Mary sounded as though she was pleading. “Don’t take it off me this time,” and, holding me tightly,
covered my member again with her lips making the shape like an ‘O’ she moved her mouth up and down, slowly at first and then faster and
faster. Mary seemed determined that right then it was all or nothing.
I held on for as long as I could, trying to bury my face deeper into Mary’s deepest crevices. At first I refused with all my will to let
my body explode, but when it did I felt rather than heard Mary’s voice echo through her body. “Mmmm,” “Mmmm,” in quick succession as her
Lady Jane forced itself urgently back and forth against my delving face. It was all very frantic for some moments before Mary seemed to
settle down, but she continue to lavish her attentions on me, not removing my member as it lost its hardness to become, in Mary’s own words,
“in its chewy state” and I cannot say I did not enjoy this as much as anything Mary had ever done. She moved her tongue and jaw against the
softness of my member, which seemed to mould itself into every part of Mary’s mouth. There was no taking away of anything from each other
as we lay together, knowing this might be the last time we ever made love to each other.
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Thomas Weaver was born in 1934 and raised in the north of England. He started work at the age of fifteen in a timber mill, and although he spent much of his working life doing the same type of work, three years was spent in the army.
Thomas’s writing started as a hobby, based on his experiences and those of people he has known at various times during his life. His experience is broad, and his life has been varied and colourful, and still is. Having lost a lung, he may not have the energy he had once, and spends considerable periods housebound. That, however, has given him the opportunity to write of what he knows, putting his extensive knowledge, as well as some of his remarkable imagination, into the erotic actions of his characters.
Publishers of erotic and mainstream literature.