He goes back to work instantly, pulling your tit away from your chest with both hands, kneading the tender flesh with his fingers and cleaning the ext...nded nipple with his tongue and lips. Sensing your increased pleasure at this new stimulation, right applies some liqueur on his nipple and sucks it clean with added fondling and feeling of his soft, perfect tit. I do not understand the intentions of your bookends; they must feel intimidated by your looks. They seem unwilling to explore you. Whoever sells the most calendars, will get a free trip to see Phantom of the Opera on Broadway. I love the music in that play. I’m hoping I'll sell the most calendars. I told my mother that I was going out to canvas the neighborhood to try and sell these calendars. “Be careful sweetie. Don’t be going into strangers houses.” “Good grief! I’m eighteen years old mother. I’m not a child.” I got ready and started to canvas my neighborhood. Our home is in a development of one hundred and seventy. I parked the motor home and went into the dealership. There were at least a hundred motorcycles to choose from. I spent a couple of hours looking at the bikes and finally decided on a new 1200cc Sportster. This would be good for what I intended to use it. I found several five-gallon full fuel cans in the service department. I fueled the Sportster up and made a few laps around the parking lot just make sure that it ran good. I loaded it in the back of the trailer and secured it with tie down. 'Jackson', I murmured, 'I don't feel ready'. Jackson looked upset, but decided to keep trying. 'It'll feel so good!' 'I know that you will make me feel good baby, you always do, but... I don't think I know how to... I'm not really sure...' 'Of what? C'mon there's nothing to worry about!' 'No, no Jackson I...' Jackson sighed softly and slid his hands up my shirt. 'Lucy, you're old enough to be able to do it. I'm not going to hurt you baby'. He whispered lovingly. 'No Jackson I really don't..