"I almost shot a load with her lips on my ear and that throaty whisper. Again, playing it safe, I responded with "Yes I like to eat in the morning, th...n have a good workout." Debbie finally broke the ice "Have you eaten yet, or would you like to eat me now?"I turned my head and devoured her left tit. I sucked till I couldn't get anymore in my mouth. Debbie moaned and quivered, she grabbed my hair and pulled me into her. Her nipple was just as I thought it would be, long thick and rubbery. I. I got her inside and I spanked her bum. ‘Oh… naughty…nice’ she cooed at me. She stuck her perfect ass out at me and I spanked her again. Smack, Smack, smack… ‘Oh… that’s so nice…’ With that I planted a little kiss on her bum and I ran my fingers through the moist folds. I jumped on the bed beckoning her to join me. Walking slowly with a sway in her step, Jessi approached me. Her breasts were swaying to each counter step and I didn’t know what to watch, her hips or her breasts. She sat on the. The night just sped past. Prosciutto & Persimmon. Burrata & Baby Beets. Spicy Grilled Wild Calamari. To start.I noticed, for the second time, a slight tremor in Matt’s left hand. He automatically put the palm of his right hand over it for a few moments. Not trying to hide it, I don’t think. I had the impression that the gesture was ... calming, soothing. Odd.An emergency wine replenishment.Rather than entrees, we were served tiny plates. Like a chef’s tasting menu, but without all the. I'm no Henry Higgins, but I'm pretty good at American dialects until you get into that whole New Jersey/New York mishmash. I am not going to try to pinpoint what block of what neighborhood a person is from based on how badly he slurs his vowels.aroslav: How on earth did you get into linguistics living in the Bayou?WHITNEY: Shortwave radio. I loved to listen to music, but the radio station near where we lived only played zydeco. Don't get me wrong. I like my Creole, Cajun, and Louisiana Zydeco.