.. Goooood boy!”He doesn’t seem to have any interest in stopping – and keeps on licking hard and deep into her hot snatch. Her hand holding his ...ead between her thighs – not that he has any desire to put in anywhere else – until she can’t take anymore, and she pushes him away, looking up into the camera with an exasperated smile... “Ooooh...” She coos. “That was amayzin...”She grips the sides of the cushion under her bum, trying to keep herself steady, attempting to catch her breath, and. " I replied."What colour was it?" I don't know. I'm sorry, Della, I just don't know." That's OK, Sam. I told you not to worry about your answers. Any idea of its length, floor or knee?" No idea, Della." This was odd. I couldn't remember what Della was wearing but she seemed pleased with my answers."Was I wearing earrings?" I don't know, Della. I think your ears were hidden under your hair." "Was I wearing anything in my hair?" Yes. That I do remember. You were wearing a black satin Alice band.". Then, he did the most remarkablething: he doffed his hat and held it to the side of his face so that noone but I could see his expression and he winked repeatedly at me. Thisall happened in a moment and the others took no notice of it. I staredat him uncomprehending. What did this series of winks mean, I wondered?I gave him my word, and he let go of me, and the rest of the trip wasuneventful. We all sat in our own personal silences, John, Philip and I,as well as the twins, who, for all their. Some of my brothers took after dad who was pure dutch. His parents coming from the Netherlands, when he was six. His parents taught my dad Dutch and he could speak it fluently. We visited my grandparents at least once a week on Sundays. Most of the time just dad and I visited his parents. We never got to visit moms parents because they had died before any of us were born, grandma from cancer and grandpa died a year later, mom told me from a broken heart. She said he was never the same after.