She moaned very loudly and spoke a few choice words in Yiddish, too, much to my shock. That was more Yiddish than I had ever heard her speak before. I...lost it completely and on the next stroke, shot my load out into her waiting, rather drenched snatch. I kissed each buttock and pulled Mom up for a steamy French kiss before sitting down to eat my pizza and drink my Samuel Adams at last.“Oh ... honey, you can do that to me again whenever you like! So can you two cuties, trust me on that. Michael. ”“It sure doesn’t look like the old Dairy King,” Sean said.“You can say that again,” Suzie said.Sean said, “It sure doesn’t...”Suzie elbowed him and said, “That was a rhetorical statement.”“Your command is my wish. You speak o’ lovely one and I shall do, rhetorical or not,” Sean said smiling over at her.“I’ve got you well trained,” Suzie said giving him a kiss.Sean smiled and said, “I just say those things to keep you kissing me like that.”“You’ve got paint on your nose,” Suzie said shaking her. "I know. I just can't seem to get up for it tonight." I see. Randy, you know you shouldn't..."She waited for me to say something further. Then..."Alright, sure, that sounds good. But how about if I go to the party with you and we hang out for a while, then maybe we can go get something."I sighed into the phone. I knew she was right; I'd piss off my frat brothers if I just disappeared during a significant social function. And I had enough problems already."Okay." Don't get so excited, you idiot. The music faded as we rounded a corner and went behind a partition. Nearly secluded, the table was a small round affair, partially surrounded by a well used leather curved boothseat. As soon as we nestled together, June kissed me hungrily. Her tongue drove between my open lips and rolled with my tongue in a dance of passion. She tasted like no other woman I had made love with. Sweet saliva, with a cinnamon undertone. Moans rose, I could not tell if it was me or her. I lifted my right knee to.