I’m sorry that I couldn’t get one of our guys to do that. But everyone was in a training session.’ ‘Stacy doesn’t work in this department?�... Jerry inquired. ‘No. She works in the Marketing area but she’s been here almost as long as I have. She knows her way around as well as anyone. That’s why I asked her if she could be your tour guide today.’ ‘Well, thank you for the tour. Hopefully I won’t get lost on Monday.’ He was thinking about the tour and his guide. For someone in marketing, she seemed. Walking with a group of my homeroom classmates, and with Lynette leaning on my shoulder down the hallway, I wondered if Mr. Feelt or Mr. Ballows would let me snag one of the acoustic guitars from the music room. I figured that picking on a guitar might be a good way to ease my, or anyone’s mind, who wanted to come sit out on the hill beside the field-hockey field with Lynette and me.“Sammy, you wouldn’t happen to have any of our instruments in your truck, do you?” I asked as we met up with her. As if she is a doll made from porcelain and might break if I’m not too careful.I approached her carefully, as my warm breath fell on her neck I noticed her breast rise uncomfortably towards me, her breathing was getting heavier. I smelled her; the faint tint of water lilies was so soothing.My hands were holding her hands as I pressed my lips against hers. The kiss. Her lips were slightly wet. Like dew drops on rose petals. I was the luckiest man on planet to taste such purity. I took her lips. Maureen had worked her self under her mother and was ready to taste another woman for the first time. She snaked her tongue out and gently tasted her mother. It was wonderful! Maureen started kissing and lapping at her mother with more gusto. Maureen really liked the taste and the sensation. Maureen didn’t know how it happened but she was pleasantly surprised to find her and her mother in a sixty-nine position. The two hungrily devoured each other. Maureen’s grandfather had a problem though,.