I kissed my way around her bushy crotch, closer and closer, until the hairs were brushing my cheek, my lips.Then, combing her bush open with my finger..., I teased my tongue into her slit.Stephanie gasped, her fingers again knotting in my hair as I probed her humid nook, tasting her tangy juices. She was warm, and slick, and aroused, and I took a long, long time just exploring the terrain before backing off to study it.It was beautiful, a blushing pink, with ruffles, and I remembered the sketches. Maybe this gentleman would allow me to share a table." I would be honored," he said. He rose to hold her chair."Ma'am, I don't think..." the girl said."That's sad, dear, but not my business. Could I have a menu?" Really, ma'am," the girl said, "this isn't..." You're holding some menus," he said. "Would you be so kind as to give one of them to the lady?"The girl looked baffled, and then gave her a menu. "Why thank you, sir. I'm Gretchen." Pleased to make your acquaintance, Gretchen. I'm Walter.". I'm probably a dead man in the Senate now anyway."Sheila leaned forward in her chair, "No Bob, it's not like that. I've been talking to them for quite a while now. I've turned them down a couple of times. This time they said it's the last offer. It's a great opportunity. The money is great and I get a car and an expense allowance and the retirement plan is one of the best in Washington."Sheila left out the part of her spending a few weekends on the French Riviera with the Chairman of the. I got out of the rocker and stood for a few moments at the railing. I heard Sammi’s voice, ‘Go. A walk will do you good. If you want us, we’re all here.’ I stepped off the porch and walked towards the North Platte River. When I saw it I thought about all the times when we were kids that LeeAnn and I and our friends swam and played in those waters. Like I did way back then, I found a rock and threw it in. I wondered how many men had thrown rocks into that river. From what I remembered from.