He kissed her legs and up here thighs; wanting and needing each soft touch of her skin. He paused at her pussy and took a few long soft strokes to hei...hten her pleasure. She smiled and squirmed beneath his touch. “More....” she pleaded, as he went to release her. “Where are your manners, Love?” he grinned.“Please....” she whispered.“Good girl.” he whispered back. He leaned in for more licks of her slick clit.“ Oh, yes....” she breathed and arched her back. Moments later she took his head and. November 28th 2007 Aannnnd just when I think life can’t get any nuttier, it does. Thank God I’m a really good student and don’t have to write any exams. I don’t think my poor mind could take any more of this shit, ya know? My best friend from years ago, Leslie Pattison moved back into town. Wow — it just keeps on coming. When we were kids, Leslie had been made fun of mercilessly. She’d been called everything from ‘Stringbean’ to ‘Freckleface’ to ‘Carrot Top’ but she bore them all as best she. " I'm sorry to hear that. It happens though. As people get older, their values can change as well as their attitudes toward others. At some point, you will lose your innocence. I hope it isn't soon. God's values are eternal. One of those values taught in the Bible is that sex outside of marriage is wrong. Your mother and I stretched that as far as possible but never stepped over the line. I have to admit that I'm glad though it made me frustrated on occasion. There is a value there that is. He found our reservation and led us to a private table for two. A busboy pulled the table out and we sat on a red canapé. The busboy pushed the table back in front of us.We looked at the menu and ordered Caesar salads to start, Chateaubriand for two as the main course, with broccoli and baked potato as our sides. While we were eating our salads, my dad’s friend, Mike Comisar, came to the table to say hello. He had the wine waiter bring us each a glass of red wine, on the house. I thanked him.