You wanna hang out here?Shouldn't take more than 15 minutes or so?" Well, I'll walk around, but yeah. Let's get done eating first."After we finished ...ating, she and I parted ways. While I was walkingaround, someone shoved a flyer in my hands. I glanced at it. Reallypoor design. Nigel Adamnson...blah blah...Duel to the death...blahblah...least expect it. Seemed totally lame, I wasn't going to go,that's for sure. I crumpled it into a ball and tossed it in a convenienttrash bin.I walked. I'm going to make you cum over and over and I'm not going to stop until you scream my name with pure joy."He dropped his face into her crotch, practically burying his nose in her pussy lips.Christine moaned, "NO! What... ? Don't! Oh! ... Not so... ! Not so good!"He was licking her pussy like it was the greatest experience of his life, which it was. Generally his tongue lapped up and in her pussy lips while his fingers toyed with her clit, but sometimes his tongue and fingers switched places.He. I replied I had a few varieties of wine, a couple bottles of beer, some Cuervo and a brand new bottle of Jack Daniels that hadn’t been opened yet. She told me to grab the Jack and come to bed. Who was I to refuse? When I finished locking up the house, turning off the lights and made it back to my bedroom, she was under the covers waiting for me. She told me to lay down and grabbed the bottle of Jack, opened it and took a swig. I’m not even sure she had swallowed when she went down on me. It. Today her destination was a small clearing about a half-mile from the entrance, where Monarch butterflies tended to gather, their orange wings contrasting nicely with the greens and browns of the woods. As she got to the clearing, she was gratified that the park was quiet, as was usually the case on a late weekday afternoon. The peaceful environment made her feel at one with her natural surroundings.But the peacefulness was not to last, in any sense of the word. Scarcely had Sarah gotten her.