I went down her raven-haired pussy and began licking and sucking on her pussy, it tasted superb, her juices and the melting chocolate. ‘Right, fuck ...e with the other bar of chocolate, go on, shove it right up my cunt!’. I obliged, and thrust the bar deep into pussy, she moaned and sighed, ‘Right stick two bars up there, go on, now!’, again I obeyed. Suddenly I felt the breeze from a movement behind me. ‘Shit’, I said. ‘It’s ok, it’s only Fiona, she’ll join in!’. She did indeed, Fiona began. The seats were of particular interest.She explained that the seats directed warm air to your butt in the winter and directed cool air to your butt in the summer heat.Feeling like messing with her, I mentioned that this must be CONSERVATIVE truck. Looking a bit angry, she asked why I thought it was a CONSERVATIVE truck.I explained that “if it were a Liberal truck, the seats would just blow smoke up your ass year-round!”I had to walk back to the dealership. But it was worth it.An Indian walks. The first time, I tried to pretend I wasn't watching. Ipretended to read a book, but she saw through me. My burgeoning femininetaste in television not only helped me fit in at the shop, but also gaveme something to talk about with Jess.Back at the shop, my work wasn't just limited to washing hair. When Ihad time, I was walking around and sweeping up the hair from the floor.It was the most menial task at the salon. I was overjoyed when I had thetime to do it, because it made me feel my position. If I didn’t have such a manic mind I wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place. I have been trying to think of the moment that started this grand decline I am stuck in. The despair seemed to start setting in right after hurricane Charley. I knew I was in trouble then. I was too preoccupied with Ginny to really pay things any attention. If I go through with this she will be hurt more than anyone. When my pain stops hers will start. I know how selfish that is, but look at me. She deserves.