I have to fight the urge to go wild and lap frantically, and instead gently lap around it, occasionally pushing my tongue into the center of her tasty...bud. Soon I'm told to lick all the way from her hole to the tip of her hard tool, and I do, her heavy balls in my face as my tongue slides from her hole, over her saggy smooth sack, and up her big veiny pole, until I reach the tip of her big mushroom head, my favourite part! I have the pleasure of repeating it three or four times before she. We had our first real security scare about the time James and Millicent turned eight months old. It was a Friday and Colleen, Rebecca, and Mr. Bell were all at the stadium offices with me, for a wrap up meeting before the team took off for a twelve day road trip. Winnie stayed home that morning, to give Jack an extra hand at the house training a new agent, while Jack oversaw things at the office. Our office was - as always - virtually impregnable.We were knee deep in reports when the conference. I tried on skirts and blouses of various colors and fabrics. White,pink, red, green, and black, satin, silk, rayon, and cotton.I finally reached my last outfit, a lavender ensemble consisting of ajacket and skirt. I zipped up the skirt, slipped into the jacket, andwalked the catwalk once again."Heidi, that looks so hot!" Jenny exclaimed. "It is so YOU."Another woman echoed her thoughts, commenting that the lavender outfitwas a man-catcher outfit if she ever saw one. I blushed at her comment.I. It seemed to last for an eternity, but only a moment later, they were in a clearing, far from the path, as he whispered once more into her ear, his tongue running along the back her soft lobe,"What little treasures do ye' have for me, lassey?"Immediatley she yelped,"I have no coin on me... No coin."He laughed, a dark laugh, before saying in a sinister tone, "I am not looking fer coin, lassey."The blade at her throat fell away and the hand that had held it immediatly slipped to the front of her.