If we just ask, I bet we can find a manager to help us find a workable solution. They do want a shot at our money after all.”Sam said, “Well, you ...eem to be forgetting that nobody wants to work with a homeless bum.”I replied, “So stop looking like a homeless bum. A shave, a haircut, a nicer shirt and you’d look just like everybody else. Hell, you’ll probably look better than half of the crowd we saw in there.”Sam replied, “I can’t afford that. Have you forgotten what I just told you?”“Sam, you. As I touched her labia with my tongue the first time, she jumped again. There was no protest and no attempt to push me away, but she was still tense and waiting for what came next. I slowly began stroking in slow, vertical licks, using the flat of my tongue for the first few minutes. Gradually, I could feel some of the stiffness drain out of Diane's body as I continued.I searched for her clit, and I flicked it with the tip of my tongue, causing her body to jerk in reaction. She was wet now, and. She arched her back and rolled her head back and screamed, a sound which, had he been in a better frame of mind he might have thought eerie, but as it was it simply drove him on. He ground his pelvis against hers, making her wail, an unearthly wail that seemed to grab him and drag him deeper. She bucked her hips again and again he drove against her, feeling her wetness spread over him and move upward to her abdomen and his as she pressed her body to his like she wished to join the two as. I took her into the kitchen to get her some hot chocolate I had already made. She was shaking bad as I left to get a big bath towel for her to dry off. When I returned, she got up and wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly against those marvelous hard tits of hers, and sobbing on my shoulder. "Oh, Mr. J." She cried. "I'm so cold. Can I stay here until mom gets home and warm up?" "Of course you can, baby. Let me go and start a hot shower for you and set out a robe so I can dry your wet.