‘I’m not going to answer that.’ ‘She’s pretty.’ He gritted his teeth. ‘Yes.’ ‘Nice boobs. I always knew you wanted bigger boobs than...mine.’ He sighed. It was the first conversation she had initiated and it had to be about this. ‘It has nothing to do with boob size.’ She dropped her head. ‘I know,’ she said quietly. ‘It’s about loyalty.’ She started to cry. Her delicate little shoulders shook as she gulped and sniffed. Oliver sat at the other side of the table. Even though it was really. .. as I pondered I would love to do this more often.Wanting to attack her clit and bring her the oral orgasm my dad apparently wasn't delivering, I quickly lay on my back, ripped open more of the wrapping paper, slid between her legs and lifted up my head."Mother fucker!" she screamed as I took her swollen clit between my lips and tugged... the nasty and suspiciously accurate words keeping my cock at full mast. How I would love to be a mother fucker!Could I become a mother fucker? How much. Please…join me. I’m here alone too. My husband is stuck in New York on last minute client business.” As I sat, she extended her hand, “I’m Megan Conroy.” I sat down and said, “Thank you. Delighted to meet you, Megan. I’m Jim Delaney. The luck of the Irish must be with me tonight.” “How so?” “I come alone and wind up sitting next to a beautiful Irish belle – the belle of the ball.” Megan laughed, her blue eyes sparkling, in reply, “Must be those mischievous leprechauns.” “Leprechauns?” “Who else. She was absolutely crazy about how this man she always liked, and possibly loved, had he’d done that, as he kissed her madly, and while he used his tongue in her mouth. She burned, crazily, for him. Hormones she possessed seemed to “explore” areas of her body she never knew even existed. She wanted him, badly. She had to have it all more then ever. It was worse then ever as he kept on kissing her and even moving that tongue of his around her. Finally, she felt it. They fell to the bed. Okay, so.