“O-w-w-w-w-w-w!” she howled, the sharp stabs in her belly shooting like fireworks throughout her groin. Holy shit, did that ever hurt! She could f...el those tears of joy changing to tears of suffering, and it scared the hell out of her.“Meg, just lay there. The pain will ease soon, then you’ll begin to feel the pleasure. Until it changes, don’t be in a rush. I’ll be here, waiting” and John kissed her softly both as a gesture of reassurance, and because her pain coursed through his body too.Meg. He had to get my little boots off first, but it took him only seconds to strip me to my knickers. These would have been good old 80's BRIEFS, before the age of thongs and g strings, when knickers were comfortable,and you had something to absorb the juices if, on a hot day, you passed a builder or roadmender and admiredthe male form enough to get wet. He immediately spread my legs as wide as they would go and went straight down on me. I grabbed his lustrous hair with one hand, and tortured my. "My panties," she breathed, "kiss my panties." I kiss them," the gypsy woman recited, "because they must be holy, residing so close to your sacred place, your beautiful treasure." Yummy," Lenny sniggered as the lips rubbed against her cleft. "That is a wonderful prize, Lenora."Then, abruptly and playfully, Lenny pulled the woman's face away from the long, shapely legs."Enough," she said sternly, "I've been given my prize."Lenora looked so crestfallen that Lenny had to bend down and plant a kiss. She turned to look at the bar stools, searching every face. A presence slipped up behind her. She caught the scent of fresh, clean skin with a hint of polo cologne. She knew it was him. She smiled and turned as he whispered,"Are you looking for Yogi?" Are you looking for Boo Boo?"They both quietly laughed at the pet names they had adopted for one another. They hesitated a moment, fitting the person with the personality they had shared so much with online. He led her to the table where he had.