Since we had a riding mower, she asked me. The last few years of Richard and Barb Coleman’s marriage were anything but happy, however. Richard’s w...rk and his long-rumored affairs were at the center of it. He always denied he was unfaithful and Barb disbelieved the rumors until the Fall Days festival incident. Richard had had a few drinks, and he made some very explicit comments to a couple of women, one of whom I knew fairly well. The ladies complained to one of the police officers who was. ”“Maybe one of the fluters,” Phil offered with a wink.“It’s a flautist,” a voice intoned from behind him.He turned to see someone he didn’t know standing with someone he knew casually.“A person who plays the flute is a called a flautist,” the young woman said when she saw the looks on the group’s faces. The look wasn’t because they didn’t know the term. They did but Phil was offering an inside joke to his friend, Scott, who in English class in 10th grade had mentioned that a flautist sounded. Her beginner’s lick job was enough to keep methundering in my seat for a full two minutes. Even when the wildest shudders ceased, small orgasmicaftershocks continued to ripple through my body. Anna,who really wanted that close-up look, refused to takeher head from my crotch. In fact, she diddled hertongue lower, licking it in and out of my pussy so shecould taste my female juices. At long last, she got up. “That was unbelievable,”she said, a yearning in her voice. . "How does that help us get inside the minds of our characters?" she inquired."I have an idea, but you may think it's too 'outside the box?'" Go ahead, just say it?" I think that we should ... I wonder if we could ... I can't say this over the phone to a girl I just met. Can we meet somewhere?" Sure, Your place or mine?" she said with a lilt to her voice."Text me your address, OK?" This isn't a ploy of some kind, is it Michael?" You'll have to hear my idea first Amy — either way. It doesn't.