The sales clerk came over, asking if I was finding everything OK. I told her I was looking for something small, discreet, but p...werful. She suggested a bullet and showed me a few of them. Wow, who would have known that there were so many. I picked one out a 5 speed, waterproof bullet. She opened the package and tested it before I left and asked if I needed a battery, I nodded. I also picked up some Mint Lube that is supposed to “tingle”. I. She moved involuntarily as the sensations raced through her, and when I got lower, towards her rear cleft, she shifted nervously.“You're not going to deny us that experience, are you?” I asked as persuasively as I could.“What experience would that be?”“Sheila, I want to lick your arse,” I said urgently. “Turn over.”She turned compliantly and allowed me access to a zone I assumed was normally forbidden, or perhaps access had never been requested before.“Please,” she said as the tip of my tongue. His brownish hair was sprinkled with splotches of silver and a neatly trimmed goatee adorned his face. He drew a lighter from his other pocket and lit a second cigarette.He walked across the small room and over to a small table with a well watered plant on it.He?d always liked that plant, he thought to himself. He pulled open the drawer of the table and withdrew two small glasses and a bottle of vodka.Strong stuff too.He carried the things over to the coffee table and set them down, then sat. I guess that I’d have preferred she wait a little longer before she launched into her lifelong relationship, but I was only nineteen when Sly and I were married. What difference did eighteen months really make?”“We need to talk some more,” Tina said.“I think we need to be more involved with the younger kids,” I blurted out. I don’t know where that came from, but Sam’s handfasting had affected me, too. “I mean ... what do we call them, the first generation clan and the second generation clan? I.