Her mouth is still moving across your thighs, painfully slow and deliberate. In your mind you are begging her to hurry but in your heart you are beggi...g her to continue the torture. Her tongue reaches the top of your inner thigh and then stops. You raise your head and look towards her. She is staring at you again and her grin lets you know what she wants. You nod slightly and open your mouth to speak to her but she silences you with a finger to your lips. Under her lashes she looks up at you. Half an hour.” Heather said, dodging the question.I wasn’t sure how Heather was going to swing this, but I knew she had a plan. I did as I was told. Took a nice hot shower, made sure I looked good in the mirror, did my hair, you know, normal stuff for a guy trying to impress a girl. I headed to my room and got on some swim trunks. I tried to prepare myself mentally for her, but I found myself a bit nervous. I came out of my room, clothed in swim trunks and a t-shirt, to hear them arguing. I. “Dave!” Linda’s voice came sharply. “Stop!”“I’ll stop when this man is dead,” snarled Dave. He stepped toward Bob.Linda stood up and grabbed her husband’s arm. “Stop!“ she yelled.She turned to Bob. “This explains a lot that I didn’t understand,” she said slowly. She looked down at him. “But what does this have to do with the Indian?”Bob stayed on the floor. He tried to get ready for the beating that would follow. He was determined not to defend himself.“Greasy Face saw her when she came back,. " Christi stroked Kathy's hair, brushing it back from her forehead and letting it fall like golden strands of silk across their cozy bed. "So, when you, I mean she, was talking about that Sunday school thing, it wasn't you?" Huh?" Well, I mean, you were there and she was here and I was playing with her instead of you and -- " You were playing with me, I mean her?" Well, yeah. You, I mean she, I mean, this is SO confusing!" Yeah," Kathy sighed, "tell me about it!" Well, if you're going to this.