I also left the number of the museum. The museum would have operators, and the call would get transferred by hand to our extension in the lab.Over din...er, in a quiet but elegant little place called Charlie and Banjo's, I listened to some quiet piano music and ate a nice chicken and dumpling dinner. This place was only a few doors down from the address I had for Mrs. Sanders' apartment. There was a laundry service right across the street and it would be a shorter trip to the library and back. The coffee shop had been a complete mess when several of her co-workers had called in sick, so she had been asked to pick up a few extra shifts. While it was nice to get extra money in a paycheck, it wasn’t so great when she often fell asleep without putting paints away or talking to Marcus, though he wouldn’t say anything to her and gladly let her pass out in his bed when she was there. After he invited her to the event, she immediately phoned Sam, who wasn’t surprised to hear that she would. "Now," I thought, "For the dessert I crave." I buried my head between her legs and began to lick the moist lips before me, driving my tongue between them into her vagina, before turning my attention to her clit. Around and around that proud organ, I traced my tongue, licking up the copious sweet fluids she produced. As shudder after shudder racked her, Ellen clasped my head between her legs and held me against her pussy, pressing my head into that garden of delight. I licked and nibbled her. She's like a different version of Melanie. At 5'8" Patty is an inch shorter, but still statuesque. She has slightly bigger bones and is a bit more muscular, but she doesn't have quite the exceptional grace of Melanie. Facial features and hair are very similar, and they both keep their hair in ponytails. Late last evening on deck I caught myself glancing at toes trying to decide if I was looking at Patty or Melanie. Patty's toes are painted. I could have just probed with my sense of course, but.