She felt a tugging at her shirt and then a button came loose, Lucy’s head dipped to her throat and she started licking, kissing and stroking her way...down her front with feather light touches as she opened up her shirt. With each button she undid, she moved back to her throat and kissed, licked and stroked her way up and down until she undid the next button. Emma whimpered gently, it was a slow and laborious torture. Nothing like this had happened to her before, men didn’t do this, they couldn’t. Too many people had lost loved ones and had suffered so much. In any case, everyone knew it was coming so it was a bit of an anti-climax. It would take a dram or two for the party to start.Mrs. Smyth gave Eliza a cup of her 'hair of the dog'. Eliza could taste Worcestershire sauce but little else. She was encouraged to knock it back 'without blinking.'Jock Smyth staggered in about mid-afternoon. His red face and loud voice indicated a detour at the tavern."Jean, Eliza! I think it's time for. She also told me I’d be having dinner with her at 8 and scrawled the name and address of a restaurant on a card. “After that we’re going clubbing so wear sophisticated sexy.” Waiting for Doctor Rotsenovic gave me time to again consider Ben. Picturing him in his comic running getup brought a smile to my face. His quiet reticent manner seemed challenging and magnetic. Men usually split themselves open to me if I return half a glance. This one gave me nothing but nice manners. I tried to picture. “Well, what are you waitin for? Fuckin works a lot better without nuthin on.”Those beauties on her chest had me hypnotized seein them close up as they moved around while she took off her pants and panties. As soon as I was naked with my stiffie up against my belly, she came over and gently grabbed it. I shot off all over her tits since I was so much taller. She laughed and scooped up the cream with her fingers and ate it! She even made yummy sounds.Leadin me to her messed up bed, I didn’t even.