It’s full of mystery and imagination, expectation, the thrill of the unknown. I anticipated so much. There were so many new feelings coursing throug... me, so many new experiences to come. I wondered what Sia would look like in panties and bra, my imagination very active. Did her clothes hide unseen curves? She was a late bloomer, most of her friends well along in adolescence. She’d inherited it from her mother; that same willowy figure, small bust, petite stature - fourteen years old and not. The elevator door opens, I cross the lobby toward one of my most frequented bar/restaurants – all of them are in hotels or in Airline clubs (Hartford has no club). I have STATUS, a dubious distinction. This is not my first Friday night in Winsor Locks. As I enter the bar, Mellissa smiles, gives me a wave, grabs a 22 oz glass and starts drawing a local IPA – I love Mellissa, she understands me. Mellissa’s only other customer pipes up with “Look Mel, the Friday Night Loser’s Club just doubled in. Now, here is my email baby, I want us to keep in touch. If it is in our destiny, we’ll meet again. Oh honey, I hate to say it, but you need to kiss me good-bye now, so I may pack and return home. I leave for home at five am. You don’t have to accompany me to the airport either, and I hate mushy farewells. “I kissed her with all the passion within me, holding back the tears. I then climbed out of bed, placed her email address in my wallet, got dressed and left to go to my room.Once inside my. All a man does isfuck up some good eating pussy!" Her tongue went back to work on myclitoris and I spread my legs farther apart to give her more room. Thewhite basketball player was on her knees, between Barbara's legs, eatingher pussy, too.Barbara and I both came several times. I had reached my third orgasmwhen my knees buckled and gave way. I had never felt a tongue as long asthe one buried deep in my pussy. The way it wiggled almost drove me outof my mind. She had to hold me up until I.