She hasn’t asked the number, and I haven’t volunteered.”“If you did, you think that would be the end of it?”“I think if she’s struggling...with four, the actual number would absolutely be the end of it. But it’s a bit deeper than that, as I said.”“Her concerns about her own adequacy as a lover and you comparing her to other girls.”“Exactly. I don’t compare, except in sort of a general way, in that I’m much more interested in gentleness than being wild.”“Duh!” Clarissa replied with a laugh. “I. I just can't wait, but first let me pick some or black berrys from her tree's to add spice to the meal, now with some blackman pepper heat my meal is so ready.The Afrocuntis pussy smells divine and oh so fine. I spit her pussy with my tounge down the middle to get to the meat, I suck on her brown velvet vulvar skin laced out side the tender meat. I suck it and peel it back till it stays spiked up and open.I then squeeze the outer vulvar lips, to mix up the raw pink flesh,as my tounge dives hard. Even as you sleep. I turn toward you, burying my face deep in your chest and inhale…that smell. I caress you, my hands searching all over your body, feeling complete only when I touch you. You stir, ever so slightly, enough to slide your hands down my sides. I kiss you again, slowly sliding down your body…kissing you lightly over and over. Kissing you lower and lower, sliding my fingertips beneath your waistband. You stir once more, your fingers running through my hair. I kiss lower, my fingers. The trooper from the last car walked back to the Suburban and asked, “Jones, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue?”“Yes, that is correct,” I replied.“Follow me, the other car will come in behind you,” he replied.Using the State Department phone I called Eric.“Director Roberson.”“Eric; pull your surveillance team away from the New Jersey site NOW.”“OK, I take it something is up,” he replied.“I’m on my way to Section 12 now; I called in everyone. I have already advised Marty to be watching the center videos..