We have another five months." Susan signs out as well.I'm alone with my thoughts which have moved on to the way a Gen-B pussytastes.It's a week later....I'm five months out still. On solid foods now, and Ican eat honey. I haven't consciously eaten honey in years. It's probablyin some things I've eaten, I know. But just sat down and eaten honey ontoast? Just not a part of my diet.But to make sure I can handle it, there's honeycomb in the galley. Likebears eat. Like I ate as a child, on toast. I. It is never of not wanting to, but it is still so new and exciting. Like riding a roller-coaster, no many how many times you ride them, they still give you that charge of excitement. That is how this makes me feel, every single time. When I pull up, as I have become used to, Drew is standing there, waiting. I've gotten to know him a little bit. He is Ivy’s next door neighbour, who was looking for a job. She hooked him up with this one, because she trusted him to keep what goes on inside, on. I talked with Cindy and she asked me to bring you up for a nightcap. Will you join us?"He quickly agreed and they moved off again. Now he noticed how easily she moved and remembered that his normal experience was to have to walk at what was for him a snail's pace if a girl was with him. He realized that Cathy had long, very shapely legs and matched him stride for stride.When they reached the apartment building, Ken let out a low whistle and said, "Clearly, Cath, you're not a slave in the. I sat back on my heels, my cock now deeply embedded in her teen pussy. It looked like she had given up on fighting me when she just laid back and let it wash over her. She had fought me when she was still a virgin and I ripped off her skirt and panties, but I guess the fact that my cock had fucked away her cherry forever, made her give up completely. I wasn't sure if I liked her giving up.Looking down I admired the blonde strands of pubes she had growing on her vulva and lips. Generally.