Betty chuckleda little as she took the picture and went to develop it and then laminate theID. Before she knew it Betty was back and after Sal paid he... she handed her thenew ID. She knew it had to be horrible and avoided looking at it as long as shecould. Sal quickly led her out of the office and back to the street. Finally though Annabelle made herself look at the ID. It wasworse then she had thought. Sure the picture was crummy. It showed her awfulhaircut, plain face, glasses, and her frumpy. "Me, Craig. He thinks it's all me, all thatjuice. He thinks my pussy excretes it when I'm away from him. And itnever reaches the floor. When I get home I want to share everythingwith him, all the pleasure you've given me. So I always ask him toclean me out with his tongue, to suck on my twat till I'm bone clean!So he does just that, every night, sometimes all night! He's gotten tolove the flavor, and he especially loves how sucking it up and drinkingit down gives me two, maybe three more. If it's not too much trouble, that would be nice," she replied."Before we go," I said, "I should introduce you to Maxie. It seems she's adopted Jordan." Trish grinned and petted Maxie.We set off on the house tour and I showed Trish my bedroom and the spare bedroom. "The house was built as a three bedroom house but I've converted the third bedroom into my office." I opened the door to show them. "Much of what I do is strictly on the computer so, other than a couple of reference books, I have. Decisively she reached up behind my head, pulling me down towards her. I accepted her kisses, as her tongue reached out running along my lips. Parting them, her tongue at first gently then more eagerly entered into my mouth. I returned the favor, sliding my tongue into hers. In the past, it had been scary, and a little thrilling, to imagine what it would be like to kiss another girl, but this was right.Just then she grabbed me, placing one hand on my shoulder, the other on my hip. With.