I've learned a lot about making friends with them." I may have to go back for another visit." Not without me, you won't!" She laughed. "I thought you ...ere going to bring Ann with you. You couldn't put her down." I love holding and walking them when they're that age. They do grow up, though!"After a relatively uneventful drive home—uneventful in the sense that they made it without an accident—they stood by the car as he held her, "I had a great day! Why don't we freshen up and go for dinner?". "Emily held her breath, wondering where this was leading. Huxley hand went into his jacket and she prepared to spin up."With this in mind," he continued as his hand re-emerged. "I have decided to award you the provisional rank of lieutenant".She gasped with the initial shock before forcing a degree of composure. A single treacherous tear trickled down her cheek which she quickly brushed away with the back of her hand. Huxley stepped forward and opened his hand, revealing two unadorned brass. Taking the drip from your clitoris with my tongue , tasting it feeling it between my lips I find it totally arousing . You leaning forward I reach my right hand between your legs separating them slightly placing it just above your pubic bone , with the left I separate your lips with my fingers giving me full access . You feel me move my lips to your exposed womanhood and I begin to firmly yet gently sliding my tongue around your clitoris ,then sliding it in your warmth , tasting your sweet. He reached out and swept his hand along the shelf that was level with her waist, knocking the books on it to the floor. “Lean over and brace your hands on the shelf. Spread your legs.” Rebecca complied, resting trembling hands on the scarred shelf. She groaned as she felt her skirt being raised, until it was bunched up above her waist. Her pale bottom was on display, the black straps of her garter stretched tight across the smooth skin. “Very nice. You are the archetypal naughty librarian,.