It was his specialty kiss: long and deep and able tomelt her bones. She felt like their souls were one whenthey kissed like this, like they’d ne...er be separatedagain. Perhaps they wouldn’t. He finally broke thecontact and lifted her nightgown over her head. Herbreasts were aching from need, her nipples standing atattention. He kissed them briefly, intensifying theirneed rather than abating it, and continued down herstomach. His hand cupped her bottom and he took a few moments. I was a little jealous as the weekend promised to be something special; lots of cool people enjoying great music on a privately owned farm by the river, plenty of food and drink. The guys had invited me to go too and I was tempted, but I’d seen that momentary look of panic on Annie face, willing me to say ‘No’. I made some lame excuse and wished them all a great weekend. That, at least, was guaranteed.I was left to try not to spend the weekend watching the clock and listening for the roar of. ” She took my hand and led it to her entrance. “Take some of these juices and spread them all over my pussy lips, okay? With a light touch, will you? And look for a hard little nub. This is my clit. Make sure to stroke it plenty.”That was mortifying. Even in bed, my babysitter had to keep tutoring me. Oh, the shame! Oh, will you just snap out of it and enjoy the moment, will ya? Of course, she's not expecting you to be good at this with that inexperience!I took a deep breath to calm my. It is a place of strange things and strange ways and a strange manner of speech and nothing familiar at all.The woman is strange, too. She is older like me, and thin; I think it may be that there is no food, or not much.Yet she has given me rich broth, full with flavor, and more again. I remember she took none herself. Does she give me her food and go hungry? Why would she do this for one she does not know?But one who lives with so many wondrous constructs cannot lack food, I think, else she.