She had taken off her jewelry before she had cleaned the house that morning, now as she had gone to brush her hair once it was dried, she had bumped h...r favorite ring, sending it down the sink drain pipe before she could grab it. ‘Shit!’ she said. ‘Can any other fucking thing go wrong this week?’ Now the only thing she could do call the plumber, who would likely charge her through the nose to get the damn ring out. Oh well, the sink was slow to empty anyway when she used it, maybe the asshole. "Hello gorgeous. You look good! Howabout we make that lipstick messy?"I turned on the stool, grinning and slid to my knees. As I moved myface to her sweet pussy I paused, for just a moment. I had just beenpleased at making myself look good, had felt a small thrill at hercompliment and was about to eat her out from my knees. God help me!---I was on my knees, a long dildo was on its stable trellis in front ofme. It was time for my blow job practice. As I was about to bendforward I felt that pulse. AND it's EAST of where 607 turns.Number four Nobody told me was that Tikkala is so small that there's no Tikkala sign. The only thing in Takkala is a school ... and it's on Saukkolahdentie ... not Ronsuntaipaeentie.So ... I kept driving on 607 ... until it ended and 604 took over.Go back and read the list.Is 604 on it?No, it's not.I woke up Wendy.That was a mistake.Wendy is not a happy camper until the coffee pot circulates around the table at least two times, three is better and four will. Now I am no professional dancer or nothing but I am not afraid to get on the floor and do my thing. We danced for most of the night and man the one I was dancing with had a good rythm! It was almost as if our bodies knew one another forever. I loved it and dancing behind her was lovely I knew that in bed things would be somewhat magical. We took breaks on occasion to get another drink or so but literally the whole night was spent grinding, spinning and two stepping until the bar closed. A night.