It was like she had taken care to clean it before she drove over to pick me up. I ran my tongue lightly over her clit as she moaned away. The pace o... my lapping sped up slowly as I continued to lick away at this beautiful sight in front of me. I put my middle finger into her opening and pumped it in and out as I started to suck on her clit. While her nub was in my mouth I ran my tongue rapidly over it, making her start to squeal in delight. “Oh GOD! YES! YEEEEEEEEEEES!” she shrieked. I. Now let’s get this unpacking out of the way,” she suggested with a laugh and a pat on my bare bum. The storm shutters came off easily and I stored them in the shed. I emptied the car of our clothes, a reasonable quantity of food and alcohol, a jerry can of fuel and a large esky of frozen goods. The water tank was nearly full so I knew we were okay if it didn’t rain. There was an amble supply of stacked firewood for the old copper in the backyard. The owner told me it was the best place to cook. The language may have been idiomatic, but it was not artfully so. Not in the sense of extravagant and elaborate application. There was no 'the left sweeping stroke must flare just so'. I did not sit and stare at a board, brush in hand for hours on end determining the perfect application of the next stroke. I drew as I wrote, with lean precision and utilitarian minimalism. Learning to write the characters was the least of my concerns. Understanding them; that was another story!"In Old Cunish,. I looked at her breasts, the tops showing above the demi-cup lace bustier, looking golden and plump. My hands moved to her firm tiny waist and lightly traced its strong curve down to her widening hips, the tips of my fingers lightly touching the mini-skirt chiffon. She shivered a little. My hands moved up again and traced the sides of her breasts and reached behind her back and lingered slowly down her back until I reached the slope of her rounded ass. She was so sexy I was almost hesitant.