'" and he had reassured her thatshe looked fine. So Lila had gone on, "So would you say I am more ugly,or pretty?" Matt told her not to worry, she was...pretty. So now, do yousee, Matt thinks in his logical way that he has been merely friendly andreassuring. But Lila has heard exactly what she was listening for;Matt's own lips had told her she was pretty!" That was manipulative!" Maybe, but if Matt had been listening carefully for what was being saidbeneath the words, he would not have become. She was very tempted to make the first move and thrust her cherry-colored lips roughly onto his paled pink lips, while she clambored onto his lap. Instead, she sat there motionless, wanting, for once, for the man to make the move. Dave continued to look into her eyes as her lips began to quiver. Her mind raced,silently repeating, "Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me." She started to realize that maybe the touch of the arm wasn't enough. She took her other hand, leaving the right hand. Let me taste you?" She did as he asked and lay back on the leaves. Instantly he dove between her legs and began licking both of her thighs, from the knees to just short of her flower. Reaching up with both hands, he fondled and caressed her mangos, twisting her cherry sized nipples gently between his fingers and thumbs. She moaned softly, "Oh God," as he buried his tongue in her honey pot, sucking the honey from inside..... As Ted pulled at Jeannie's hips, he harpooned her tight hole with his. I knew for certain that his given name is Seamus O'Brien, that he had never been to Sicily or even Italy, that he had been born n the bowels of Chicago to Irish immigrant dock workers and that he spoke with a false Italian accent. He was a large man in a round sort of way and looked like he had wads of cotton wool stuffed between his lower mandible and his cheek and talked as if that were the case. His small eyes never seemed to miss a thing and glittered dangerously from his pudgy.