"Where are we?" Amy touched my hand. "We're in Strawberry Fields." She said sparely. If my mind was wandering,as it had been previously, then it sudd...nly came into focus. I turned to lookat her and felt the pain for doing it less than carefully. "Strawberry Fields?" When he was young John Lennon and his mates used to go to fetes and gardenparties at the Salvation Army children's home in Strawberry Fields and quitea while later he wrote a song about it, THE song about it. But Strawberry Fields. They stopped for lunch and Matt continued to enjoy Helen's company. She could carry on intelligent conversations and seemed to enjoy being with him as well. She laughed at his jokes and blushed when he flirted with her. The three buttons opened on her white blouse were a pleasing sight he periodically glanced at as he drove.Visiting the Book Depository and thinking of what had transpired there was a sobering experience. Taking the tour of the building and looking out the window from which the. My tongue takes a slow journey around my lips soaking in the musky, sweet and salty flavor. I extend that same finger and suck on it. Swirling my tongue all around the length and giving long lingering sucks. I moan from the taste and the image of my finger actually being your cock. I inwardly cuss at myself for letting my thoughts run to you once again. As your frustration builds you run a hand over the crotch of your paints. You are rock hard and there’s a little moisture gathered on. Damn strong girl. He didn't have much time to dwell on his ruined shirt as she moved to lick and suck at his chest. He groaned as she worked her way down, her tongue skillful as his mind raced with what he knew she would do next. She unbuckled his belt and shucked his pants down. His erection bounced up free from the constriction of the slacks he had been wearing. “No boxers?” She asked incredulously. “I was hoping we'd have a good night.” He said with a grin and she shook her head and kept.