Even though I was drunk I could have turned my head, but I didn’t. She was my best friend after all and I felt closer to Steph than anyone in the wo...ld. It was like everything was in slow motion. Our noses touched first, even before our lips. It was like an electric shock to feel Stephy’s nose touch mine. I almost pulled away at that point because if felt so erotic and I was nervous. I was scared as shit that’s for sure. I had, of course, playfully kissed girls at parties before, but this was. Lost in the football conversation, Jordandidn't realize that Mr. Johanson ordered two vanilla cones.The server handed the first ice cream to Mr. Johanson and he immediatelyhanded it to Jordan. Jordan took the cone and licked it as it began todrip down the side. The server handed the second one to Mr. Johanson. Hetook it and had his money ready as he paid and put the change in hispocket.The two continued their conversation and started walking again lickingtheir ice cream.Mr. Johanson was. Whatever the reason I am licking away at her and loving the taste. Miss Perkins tastes a bit like a strawberry with wine. Not strawberry wine, think of a nice blanc then add a strawberry to it, that is what I have on my tongue.Quite delicious and I want to find out what her orgasm tastes like. Bring a finger in and rub on her while I am licking her lips. Another tremble and she has not said no fingers so the finger slides inside of her. Then a second finger, I don't have thick fingers and she. But the risk was definitely worth it. My wife had made some outrageous claims about me and I thought it only appropriate to defend myself, although I had to admit this was most unusual."I do," she said. "You realize what you're asking me to do?" Yes." I searched her face for answers, finding nothing. My heart beat rapidly in my chest as I imagined the horrible repercussions of my rash inquiry. A private consultation indeed."Good," she said as a thin smile cracked her steely expression. "Lock.