Ho Hum! Back downstairs. Still ten minutes. Come on," I thought to myself. "She hasn't spoken to her mother properly for Heaven knows how long. Stop b...ing impatient." So I dug an opera CD out and started to play it quietly. That calmed me down and I waited patiently until the pizzas were ready. Morag wasn't but I went through and signalled to her. She nodded and waved in acknowledgement. I went back and dished up the pizzas and put them back in the warm oven, which I had had the forethought to. Wow, I could certainly enjoy that. Ali was actually glowing about helping other needy babies. She was a great mother and it seemed to come naturally to her.Well I had finally had my fill of her mother’s milk but I was also looking forward to having some in my coffee in the morning. I had no intentions of taking her home that night. I’m not sure that she wanted to go home either. We would cross that path when we came to it.I did poke my tongue in her pussy and she was quite wet down there. She. I just poured coffee.” I stuck out my hand, “Karen Post.”He shook, took off his hat and slapped dust from his jeans.He came in ... sat down at the table ... took up his cup and made an exploratory sip. His face brightened.“What did you put in this?”“Fresh ground coffee.”“Tastes like chocolate ... sweet chocolate. Sugar?”“Just Coffee.”This is very good,” he said. “You gotta tell my wife how you make coffee.”“Driveway.”“I’m betting the ruts are so deep they cast a shadow at noon.”“Throws me all. Hurry you better be sitting on the couch blindfolded by the time I get there." Then the phone goes dead. You quickly jump up and head into the kitchen open the freezer and get the ice ready as instructed. Your mind starts wondering to previous conversations and then creative ways I had told you I would use the ice on you. You hear a car pulling up infront of your house and quickly close the door and hurry into the living room. You quickly sit the bowl down spilling a few ice cubes. You hear a.