Ingeburg's scream ended as if a door had been slammed shut when she sensed his mouth touch her most private place, and she became stiff drawing rapid,...shallow breaths. At first he planted innumerable small kisses on her downy haired mons veneris and on the inside of her thighs. Slowly her breathing became deeper again and she lifted her upper body up on her elbows to look down on him."Whatever are you doing?" she whispered reverently. "This feels so gooOOOD!"She wailed when his tongue swiped. The perky breasted young lade was from Western South Carolina, was 22, and her name was Emily. Christine told me that Emily was shipping out very early in the morning, and really didn’t want to go back to her room because the other young lady that she had to share the room with was kind of a “rude bitchy person.”Well, well, well, Christine graciously asked if she wanted to come back to our room (a suite really) and hang out for a while, not too long, cause Emily has a 5:30 A.M bus to get on. I also hadn’t addressed the issue of staying overnight, but that I could play by ear.Lunch was fun, with the usual silliness from the waiter at Ed Debevic’s. He sat in the booth with us while he took our order and was completely irreverent. I was happy that it wasn’t like Dick’s Dock, where the waitstaff had their schtick of being purposefully rude. When we finished lunch, we headed to the InterContinental Hotel on North Michigan, and after leaving my car with the valet, walked inside. I handed. This,” she jabbed a finger at the screen, “is your chance at living your fantasy rather than the crappy life you’ve dug yourself into. You can escape reality with one of these guys, be whoever you want to be, do whatever you’ve wanted to do. Trust me, whatever the fantasy you’ve got hidden inside you, there will be a hundred guys willing and happy to oblige.” Kat was slammed back into the reality of the cold night as the man’s rumbling deep voice spoke. “You must be Jessamine.” Kat had.