Why? I couldn't say. It felt a littlehard to keep my balance, like I was teetering still. Maybe because theBoardwalk is a little rough, the winter win...s blow sand up from beach,they don't sweep it until the summer. Or maybe since the night was dark: Idon't know. We walked another block or two or three, it seemed to takeforever; I felt him stop and look, and saw a light behind the hotelentrance, heard quiet conversation drifting out."Let's try here," he said. "You hungry?"I shook my. "I've always been proud of Gordon. It's good to hear you commend him for being an upstanding, ethical representative for a cause that he believes in." I didn't say that, Mrs. McMahan. He may be upstanding, but do you consider changing his vote for a chance to take Ms. Kindle to a church supper ethical?"Gordon McMahan's head swiveled to glare at me, and his face turned scarlet, making me wonder if his bow tie was choking him."My son wouldn't do that. He's worked hard to make sure the church is. I love you, I love you.’ I respond. ‘Ken Parker, I ought to trade you in for someone who has real romance in his heart. Look, can’t we find somewhere private.’ ‘Now who’s thinking of just one thing’ I tease. ‘You are assuming again, Ken. I may have meant something else.’ ‘Something else?’ ‘You know what mean, it is alright for you guys you can just do it behind a tree or something.’ ‘No trees here’ I say and she slapped me again. ‘I do please you don’t I Ken? I try to be the sort of girl that. She wanted to suck it clean, after Tina had been sexed up all day. To push her tongue into her back hole, that dusky, oh-so-private hole. She wanted to lick Tina everywhere, and imagined herself serving her Mistress by giving her a tongue bath, licking and sucking under each breast, over her nipples, her neck and even under her... oh GOD she was so close to cumming!Somehow Tina kept her on the edge, though. Even when she slid her tongue over Cindy's tight, pink asshole, bathing it, then pushing.