That would make matters simpler for me. I want to get each species settled in before starting on the next one. It is more efficient, in the long run."...We understand that proposition." Governor, can we get some clarification, please?" The speaker, one of the action committee, was insistent."What do you want clarified, Frank?" Who gets the rock dust for concrete making? The builders, for their foundations, or the railway sleeper manufacturers? Is there a priority setting?" I see. I had assumed no. Her high tinkling laugh drifted to me across the noise of the cafe as they shared some unknown joke. I felt a moment of envy for the man serving her. I wanted to have those green eyes flashing at me – to have that laugh responding to some comment of mine. Then I acknowledged the envy for the foolishness it was and let it fade away.I turned away and looked out the window when I saw her paying for her order. I could clearly see her reflection in the glass but this way she wouldn't see me staring. I like things just a little more dependable. I never knew when the mood would strike them. They called it inspiration. I thought of it as mood swings.”“They became depressed?”“No. Not usually. For example, I might be all dressed and ready to go to an event with them, or even out shopping, and suddenly they’d disappear. It might be two hours later that we left or we might not leave at all.”“Where did they go?” Liam didn’t even know what kind of art her parents practiced. But he was trying not to. "How close?" I reply. "Well, get on your knees, stick your tongue deep inside my pussy and you'll find out," she whispers seductively. Being so obedient, I slowly get to my knees with her still bent over the table and stick my head between her legs. Sliding one finger in and then thrusting my tongue inside her I suddenly see her legs tense up and hear her attempt of a quiet moan, whilst feeling her pussy release its load onto my face. Licking her dry and clean, I position myself on the floor.