“I was going… to, aaaahh… get a coke,” she said.“Want to try my beer… it might help you get back to sl(ee)p,” the told her.“What… uu...hh…. no thanks,” she mumbled.“Okay…” she heard him say, as she felt the warmth of his body, as he brushed past her, barely touching her arm. She felt a surge in her crotch again, and hurried down to the kitchen, it was a few minutes before the feeling past.She took a coke out of the refrigerator, and sat down at the kitchen table and drank it. She burped and. He knows I can handle myself. And now, O'Brien, will you do me the honor of introducing me to your charming friend?" Sorry, Sugar. This is Michael McCarthy, the son of an old friend who practically grew up in this bar."She reached out and shook my hand."I'm glad to meet you Michael. How come I've never seen you around here before?"I took a second to think and then said, "I've been gone a long time." Sugar, pour me a beer and Michael, you tell me what you're doing back here. It's been TOO. I lowered my mouth to her pubis and lapped at her engorged labia, tasting her and inhaling her aroma. Her hips wiggled under my assault as I maintained my grip on her, alternating between sucking her labial folds into my mouth and lapping at them. I plunged my tongue into the warm depth of her and a scream from her filled the room. Her lower body twisted against my mouth, aching to be eaten. I obliged her, and my rough tongue probed her honeyed walls, my nostrils flaring from the smell of her.. In any event, he had the money, he still had the girl and he hadn't been taken to jail. Now he had to get the girl back to her parents with as little difficulty as possible. The only concern he had was that she was showing signs of coming down with some sort of virus totally unrelated to her kidnapped circumstances. He was certain she had not seen his face in the light and that it would be almost impossible for her to describe either his sister or he to the authorities and she had no idea at.