Er ... Art."The 'flupping' sound of thick soup coming to the simmer got me to my feet. I turned it out and filled two bowls. I put one in front of her... "Sorry, it's very hot. Don't burn your tongue." Thank you, Master Art. I will be careful." Just 'Art', Tiarna."Her only response was to cast her eyes down at her plate and lift a spoonful, blowing on it to cool it before sipping. I think it was only the heat that stopped the soup from disappearing as fast as the bread roll; I was only half-way. He just sucked, kissed and licked my upper inner thighs with his long tongue.As his tongue moved over my fevered flesh, digging its way deep into my hot waiting slit, sliding back and forth over my hardened clit (my clit had enlarged and was erect and hard like a small cock), and poking its way into my tight love hole, I started moaning. The touch of a man’s tongue was most pleasant on my pussy lips and I became wet almost instantaneously.He looked up at me as he was doing this and watched as. He didn't use it often but he never missed and his shots tomorrow would be close for him. Laura would be his backup while Kevin and Amos had their backs.Mitch went with us this morning sensing that we would probably return home in a couple of days. He was curious about reactions. Ann and I entered the valley by rappelling down from the ridge where we had observed. I went first to set a circle and Ann came down. She had a pistol but was, at best, a fair shot. She did have two picture books.We. Anyway, we were having fun with our new friend. I asked Paul if his band knew any Jimmy Buffett songs. Paul answered saying, "Isn't that a requirement for any band playing in the Florida Keys? Which of his songs are your favorites?" I answered that I liked 'A Pirate Looks at Forty'. Steph took a step closer to Paul, looked him in the eye, and said, "Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw." Paul looked very surprised and for a moment didn't say a word! Finally Steph said, "Paul, that is the name of.