As constant in her course as the river which rolls past her place. Those whom she’d loved, (and some who’d loved her, she supposed) had long gone ...way, moved on or, mostly, passed on. Somewhere, (Tennessee, or Georgia she had heard) dwelt her children’s, children’s, children, but they neither knew her nor cared to. Yes, she was old, but the river was older still. Her family had dwelt on its banks for many generations, further back than anyone could count, but the old gray river had flowed. On a whim, he picked up the phone again and asked directory assistance for her number. It was unlisted. He sighed and called Jenny. She answered on the third ring, sounding rushed and tired. ‘I’m going to do it.’ ‘Do what?’ He explained what he’d done to her and what his plans were. ‘Are you crazy? You don’t know what kind of person she is! She could be a crackpot!’ ‘Yeah, she could be but I don’t think so.’ ‘Just because she wrote a story about you?’ ‘It’s not just a story, Jen. It’s like a. He was flicking my clit with his tongue and lapping my slit. He kept swirling his tongue around my clit, licking and sucking, and licking and sucking. The heat was building and I felt the tingle in my clit intensify. Suddenly it exploded, the shooting wave of pleasure, spreading from my clit down my legs to the tops of my toes. I cried out with pleasure as the orgasm overtook me.I felt it then. It was big and cold against my pussy lips. Ron began to slowly rotate the cucumber. He knew I was. I guess the first weird thing I noticed was how on the table there were also various herbs and spices and books that made me think of a medicine maker. But there were also animal bones, and even a couple of skulls. That alone sent a shiver through me. But it was the girl washing herself that drew my attention. Just to be clear, I didn't mean to stare. I just didn't expect the girl to be naked as she sat on a stool and calmly doused herself with a bucket..