She turned and faced me, you bastard she said. I pushed her back on the bed and she put her legs up, still infront of the mirror but now I had my back...to it. I knelt down between her legs, and heard her say, oh fuck yes, please lick my pussy. It was what I was going to do. I buried my head in her wet bald pussy and started licking her out, she held my head looking into the mirror and was moaning really loud. I buried my head there for a few more minutes and knew she was loving it. I stopped and. "Sitting where he was, he clearly noticed the two new additions -pictures that Sandy had drawn showing the two possible versions of hislife. One was what he wanted. The other was what Mel wanted... or maybewhat he wanted... or... he just wasn't sure. It was still all so confusing.The crayoned pictures he had done in the restaurant mocked himannoyingly, reminding him that it was he himself who had colored them sochildishly. Never mind the fact that he had been forced to do it whilestill. I left a $100 deposit on the house before we left at 2:25 that afternoon. We opted for pie and ice cream rather than have a big late lunch then we returned to the motel so we could phone home.We wanted to share our excitement and my family was totally thrilled for both of us. I told them we would drive home tomorrow—Thursday—but might not be there until Friday because we were going to make a stop in Rhode Island. When I shared our plans with Dad he asked if I could make a few bets for him. . It’s a blizzard. They will understand.”After another long period of face and chin scratching, the clerk finally said, “Well, if you’re willin’ to pay the goin’ rate,” and turned around a clipboard containing a registration form so that it was facing her.”He grinned at her– or was it a leer– and asked, “I have some standard fantasies that could be added on to the base rate if you want to look at a menu.”“I think I’ll take just the room,” she replied as she filled out the form. For the rate.