The birds just beginning to look for breakfast, their song in the air. The soft sound of a breeze through the leaves of the trees overhead. The sweet ...roma of pine and fresh brewed coffee feels the air. You awake slowly, the soft silk sheets gently against your skin. The thoughts of last nights encounter bringing pleasure to your morning thoughts and an ache to your loins. You slide from the bed and pull on your silk robe and head to the aroma of coffee. As you pour coffee and review the. Oh good. Here’s dessert. Here you come again with your bottle of wine. You are making your way around our table and I try not to appear anxious to have you so close to me again. You come to me and ask if I would like another drink. I murmur my assent and you start to pour. The man on my right asks you something and before I can even begin to relish the warmth of your thigh near my upper arm you subtly shift your weight and I can barely fell you. I am not listening. I am just thinking I hope it. He could feel her pussy getting warmer. Extending his tongue, he licked the cream on her upper pussy, around her pussy skin, and just below her pussy.He left just a thin vertical trail of cream right between her pussy lips. It looked like vanilla cream between chocolate buns, he giggled. Picking up the cherry syrup bottle and giggling, he poured it above her clit that oozed down between her pussy lips.“Now it looks like jam on a white cream-filled chocolate bun,” he said, making Jenny. After shutting Lisa's door Mom asked, "How are Frank and Eleanor?"I shrugged and looked down. "He's doing well, she's... resting." I tried to look her in the eye, but the compassion I saw there made it difficult to maintain a steady voice, so I looked away again. "She was only awake for a few minutes this evening."Mom stepped forward and gave me a hug. "Go get some sleep. Are you going back to the hospital after school tomorrow?"I nodded and went to my room, not trusting myself to speak.I was.