” “I love you, too, “ George said, “you know that I do. I know it sounds silly, and maybe it is just because it’s the middle of the night an... I am still half-asleep, or maybe it’s because I have had too much wine, but right now, I’d do anything for you. I’d even give up music, if you asked me to.” Isolde thought her heart would burst, and she started to tear up, but she blinked hard and replied, “That’s sweet of you to say, but you know I’d never ask that. And you couldn’t do it anyway, Dear.. It was a good thing he was driving.The traffic was horrible, the drivers obnoxious, impatient and plain out assholes. If I had been driving I would have intentionally wrecked half of them just so I could mash their faces. I guess everybody in Paris drove with the same attitude.The realization hit me that it was time for a vacation. The stress of the last couple of months was getting to me; I needed a break - we needed a break. As soon as things settled down, a week at East Water Cay was in. The clock says 5:53pm. I roll over feeling my stomach growl and my mouth dry, in need of some water. I sit up and take my shirt off as it is wet with tears, and slip on a gray college sweatshirt with my faded jeans. I stop in the women's bathroom and brush my long hair up into a ponytail and wash my face before taking the elevator down two floors to the dining hall.When I step out of the elevator, I hear the clinking of plates and the muffled sounds of voices before I even enter the room. I see. Nor could his tongue; Cassidy didn't hold with the idea that women were always better, but there were a lot of men who just ate pussy because it was expected of them, with no interest or understanding of the womanly body. But she had both, and with it she made an artform of pleasuring her neglected friend.Mel whimpered and moaned, her tongue loosened by both pleasure and tipsiness. The pleasant buzz of alcohol complemented the sweet sensations steadily engulfing her body as Cassidy's soft.