She waited in the fast-food restaurant with as much poise and patience as she could muster. The girls cooperated for once. Though there were many othe... noisy, boisterous children there to set them off, they concentrated on their crayons and coloring books with a singular intensity. The door creaked. She looked up and saw a middle-aged man of medium height enter the restaurant alone. He looked about swiftly, saw her bright red blouse and black canvas handbag, and made directly for her. In the. “Hello there Mr. Tommy. So how goes your day?” I asked while preparing myself for the onslaught.“Tell me Ed, are you going to join us or not. Lucinda wasn’t sure after you stormed out of the Stew and Que?” he asked.You know I have to keep her guessing. I just hate to be taken for granted,” I explained with a laugh.“Hey, she asked you over dinner,” Tommy replied trying to make nice.“Did she tell it that way?” I asked with another laugh. “I had to pay for the dinner.”“So what’s going to be next,”. “My stomach is a little off.”I gave her a hug and rubbed her back. “You should go see the doctor,” I said.“I’ll be fine,” she insisted.“I’m sure you will be, but now that we’re six weeks newly wed and you’re feeling nauseous in the morning, you might want to get checked out.”She looked at me in shock. “I should have had a period last week.”I nodded.“But I only stopped taking the pill right before the wedding. I thought it took a couple of months to work out of your system.”“It might. I don’t. I went back down to the base of the panties and pressed my face closer to her, allowing the coarse, flat part of the middle of my tongue to navigate the same course. I pressed hard so the tongue drew the panties with them until the elastic band reached its limit. I knew this rubbed and stimulated her even more and her sighing corroborated my assumption. I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks slightly and pulled them apart. She drew in a deep breath through her nose. Her nipples were now fully.