.. I left it on ... it won’t start. Time for ‘womanly wiles.’“My battery is dead ... my kart won’t go,” I batted my eyes and asked, nicely... “Would you carry my kart home in your pickup?”“What makes you think I have a pickup?”“You look like a small pickup kind of guy. Maybe a Mazda or a Toyota ... if it’s a Toyota it’s a four wheel drive.”“See ... Toyota,” I said. “But ... a flatbed? That’s so cute.”The pipe frame go-kart isn’t heavy ... if you take off the batteries ... which I can not do .... ..but when I got to her anus - gentle me went out that door. I just lifted her cheeks of the floor and demanded she pull her knees up. He puckered rosebud was there for me. Throbbing, glistening almost beckoning me to eat. Choice word 'eat' as that's what I did. I then flat-fat tongued from spine tail to perineum (area between anus and vagina/scrotum). I wuld then stiff tongue dart/lick the same bodily path. Each occasion meandering around the rosebud. I then started to probe Melissa's boy. " Straight guys do have the most problems, because not only what I'vementioned, they want to impress me, prove their manhood besides thejealousy. Far too many, maybe even all of them, it always seemed to beabout 'winning' even more than being competitive. And I certainly don'twant guys who would get confused about any relationship we might have,who would start expecting more, or who would mistake what I was doingwith or around them."I interject, "What about your bodyguards right now?"She. She was staring straight in to her mirror (which was also the door to her closet) and it was apparent she had kicked all the covers and sheets off of her in the night. She was laying on her side.In the mirror, Evelyn (called Eve by her friends) saw a young woman at about the age of nineteen; her. She absolutely gorgeous - slender with toned muscles and a curvy, hourglass figure. She had sparkling blue eyes, dark lashes and dirty blond hair down to her shoulders. Her legs and arms were devoid of.