???? ?Stop it,Frank, you old pervert.? She may needmedical attention,? said Mabel.???? ?No, I?mall right, thank you, thank you,? said Stacy closing he... shirt.? ?I have to go.????? Stacyturned the key and drove off fighting another wave of nausea.? As she turned out of the parking lot, shecould see the interstate less than half-mile away.? Right before the on ramp was a coffee shop.? Realizing there was no way, she could gofurther until her stomach calmed down, Stacy drove into the drive. I planted soft kisses on her neck and worked down to her breasts. As I licked and kissed her belly, I almost came in anticipation. I was finally between the legs of a woman that wanted to be eaten. I was ready to stay there all night. I licked and flicked my tongue all around. I teased her and sucked on her inner thy tendon. I ran my tongue up and down her tan lines. I was in heaven. After about twenty minutes I focused on her honey pot. It was warm, musty and dripping. I watched her nectar. I would love to have “jumped” him because he was a luscious guy, about 5-11 or 6 feet tall, 150 pounds, a nice tan, with brownish-blonde flyaway hair. He looked like a young River Phoenix, down to the cute button of a nose. He didn’t have much of an ass, at least what I could tell through his baggy jeans, but the slight bulge in his crotch suggested he was packing more than minimal equipment on the front side of things.“Sir?”Oh God. I must have been staring. I shook my head to snap out of it,. I am not as good as Claire, but I will try.”“You are as pretty as Claire. That counts for something,” I said sincerely.“Aren’t you the smooth talker?” she said.The moment we were in dance position, I realized just how beautiful this redheaded future mother-in-law of mine was. Her blouse was tight enough that it was obvious she was much more ‘developed’ than I had previously determined. I got rather nervous, very suddenly. Did she see me look down at her bosom?I restarted the music. We started.