" You're kidding?" I'm not actually. And as far as being married, examine the husband. A sweeter man never existed. He's felt like a burden to his wif... for so many years. Look at him. Does he look jealous?" I can't tell, he's..." ... got a disease destroying his body for nearly ten years. Only his strength keeps it from taking him, and he's losing the battle. As much as he loves Helen, it tortures him being a burden. Believe me, he's happy. His sense of humor ... Well, us girls haven't had. “Sam, people like you and me drew those, scratched those, held up their hands and silhouetted them in pigment. The hands in Argentina, in France, in India and in the Kimberley look like yours and mine. I want to track them.“If archaeologists can track the development of ceramics, I can track stone-age art. Folks talk about two waves: the first which is the work of Australasia and Melanesia and the later of Polynesia and Micronesia. So ... I want to actually see some of the stuff.”“Wow. Just. Your tongue begins to dart in and out of my slick pussy, fucking me with it.My body is writhing with your touch. My own hands slide over my breasts, pinching my nipples between my fingers as you lick and suck at me.I want to come for you, I need it so badly.Ever so slowly, your tongue drags up my slit, dragging over my swollen clit. I gasp as you flick your tongue over it, pleasure exploding inside of me.You turn me over and get up on your knees.Your hands take my hips and push me over onto my. "I have great news!" she said with a huge smile."Tell me." Dad has given in. I can start seeing you again outside of school." That's wonderful!" And it was worth another hug and kiss."Get a room," Carol yelled.Kirsten looked at him and said, "Shut up, asshole."Carol seemed taken aback, and wonder of wonders, he shut up.Kirsten snuggled back in beside me and said, "Dad wants Mom to talk to you first, though, so can you come over for lunch tomorrow?" I don't see why not. I'll double check with my.