My hand slowly dipped down between her legs, teasing her lips without entering between them. From anus to mons, my hand stroked her fire. Her hips mov...d more and more as my mouth and hand played games with her nerves and arousal. A journey once begun must be fulfilled, and so I left her breasts and nipples to my hand and voyaged across the waves of her abs to find her navel. I circled her with my tongue as a lost ship circles an ocean whirlpool, slowly at first, and then faster and faster as it. I replied “If the situation turns up then I’ll do it for you” she said “Yes you will I do stuff for you” and I answered “But you enjoy what you do” “But I like to see some stuff you do it turns me on more” and with that we cuddled and turned the light out. A couple of weeks later we were in the kitchen Donna was preparing a meal for that night, it was 2:30 in the afternoon and I was home early for once, she was dressed in her lazy day nightie and as we were talking there was a knock on the. ”“I don’t even know what to say,” Jessica said. “I guess I don’t know him very well, really.”Which was exactly what I’d thought before. There was only one solution I could think of at this point. Wordlessly, I got up from the cushion in the ‘Indian’ room where we’d been sitting with Ashley and Stephie, and went to my study. I took the key from around my neck and unlocked the drawer. I pulled out the first volume of my handwritten journal, then locked the drawer and went back to the ‘Indian’. There was no other solution. “Well…okay.”He grinned. “Great. I’d buy you another drink but…”“I know,” she said.They went back out to the truck. Randy was asleep, the passenger door still open. Adam had to wake him to move him over. “You crashing at my place tonight, big guy?” he asked.“Yeah,” Randy said, groggy, eyes half-closed.Lucinda didn’t like the thought of that. “Do you have a house, Adam?”“An apartment.”“Two bedrooms?”“One.”She eyed him warily.“Randy and I can take the bed. You can.