"He trudged to his bedroom, closed the door, then crossed to his desk to pour a drink. He hated reports with a passion, and the scotch was necessary t... make the job easier. Sitting down, he uncovered his typewriter, inserted paper, then sipped on his drink as he stared at the blank page.For the next two and a half hours he wrote, paced, drank, went to pee, then wrote some more. His mind wasn't on what he was doing at all, and he had difficulty putting the words together. What he was thinking. He opens the door for you and the metal door belies the beautiful décor. The aromas add to the sites and smell and get your stomach churning more. The hostess guides you to a table on the side of the dimly lit building. The table is lit only by candlelight. This is all so very romantic. Both of you decline the wine list, but decide to partake of the lasagna special. The two of you both have salad, some breadsticks, and wait for your dinners while talking over the day’s activity. Neither of you. We didn’t make out.Small town high school football games in the south are fun even if you don’t know anything about the teams. The communities get into the spirit of the competition. Everyone who is local knows everyone else. You easily can get included. Since I was with the Stover family, I was “adopted” into the community. Agnes took me around to meet people. She held on to my arm and hand constantly making it obvious that she was laying claim to “her Viking.” She also looked hotter than a. She suddenly stood up and moved away. I was confused. She went 2 the freezer and from there she took a bowl of fresh cream and came back. She took off my clothes one by one and when she took my underwear off I was on fire. oh…She put fresh cream on my 7″ dick with a spoon and starts licking it. aaaaaah sidra ooooooooo……..mmmmmmmm. she was eating me. mmmm…ahhhhh.. Within few mins she licked all fresh cream. waoo it was beautiful and unforgettable moment of my life. Now it was my turn.I took her.