”For a fleeting second, I thought she was there, but it faded.EpilogueOh! I almost forgot to tell you what we found in the third bay of our garage, ...hen we finally got around to cleaning it years later. The prerequisite junk, of course, but three feet back was a tarp. Under the tarp, in almost pristine condition, was a 1960 Lincoln convertible, the largest American production car ever made. It was the last automobile Miss Agnes owned. We rolled it out, had the engine redone, waxed the body and. All the while, my boyfriend did get his jollies from watching her eat me out, and I had to check in on him from time to time. He was jacking it nonstop and loving it even though he hated me. I was fine with it because I still owned it.I fondled her head frequently and felt that slick tongue going all over my pussy like mad. Even though I was a mean-spirited tart, I was still human and felt my defenses going down. I surely knew it was the hotness, but I didn't give her the satisfaction,. She settled back, still sitting, supported on her arms.She tasted different then Kay. Nectarines came to mind, as I slowly parted her pink edged lips, bottom to top, with my tongue. She was already slick with desire. I was as well, and longed to reach between my legs and tease myself. Instead, I repeated the motion, this time planting tiny kisses in the soft tufts of golden hair between her legs, my gaze wandering over her taut tummy, her full breasts and swelling nipples, the look of pure. He spun, hand on the dagger sheathed at his waist, suddenly very anxious about a second attempt – but it was just Leliana, her red hair hidden in a deep hood, a sympathetic smile just visible in the dim light. She stepped towards him, closing the distance between them, and reached out to pry his fingers off the pommel. He released it with an embarrassed sigh, but somehow ended up with her hand in his, their fingers interwoven. Her hand was cold, and he shuddered at the contact – but it wasn’t.