She might be home late tonight, but would call. Before she hung up the phone. She warned me that Missy, the welfare lady, was on her way to the apartm...nt. She looked pissed when she left her office.45 minutes later there was a knock at he door. I got up and peeked through the hole in the door and saw Missy the welfare lady. She was wearing a big white coat that covered her from head to toe. She had a big white leather hand bag that was placed on her side. She knocked on the door again. I saw. And lunch ... and a BOOK ... for boredom on the drive.“You’re going to miss some great scenery,” Jim said.“We’ve been taking this route for two years, I won’t miss it,” I replied.“It’s always different,” He said.“I’ll check it out between chapters.”“Western part of the state is on fire,” Jim said.“We’re not going west,” I said.“Yer a bit contrary,” Jim said.“I miss her,” I said.“Marry the girl,” Jim chuckled.The crack was still there.Along the hike, for the first kilometer, there was plenty of. I inhaled the erotic aroma of her aroused pussy and it made my mind become a one tract objective.I licked up and down her center several times until I got to the top and licked the skin around her little clit. I flicked it a few times with my tongue and she answered my flicks with thrusts of her hips trying to get more contact to her trigger. I brought my finger to her opening and gathered some of her juices so I could enter her. I pressed lightly against her hymen and my finger would not go. Oddly enough, by the time our main course is finished, several pieces of vegetables had toppled from my fork. ‘Let’s dance,’ he says suddenly, as we move from the table. My eyes lift. ‘Dance?’ A look of confusion crosses my face. ‘Did you not want your pie?’ ‘Later,’ he smiles, as he takes my hand in his once more. We walk to the back of the house, and out through the patio doors. Once more I am moved by my lover’s thoughtfulness and romantic nature. Small candles are lit around the patio.