She moans every time the tongue shoves its way inside. Then the tongue slips out ad ventures down to lick her backdoor. She bucks again.“Oh fuck,”...she says breathlessly.The creature growls in satisfaction. ‘Oh how the mouse has decided to play with the cat.’The tiny tongue licks the woman’s rear entrance even more, running around it firmly. Then it slips back up to her pussy and drives in all the way to the entrance of her cervix where it whips around. This act causes the woman to thrash even. I didn’t care. Either way was fine with her. We packed our clothes, borrowed Francesca’s truck, and Greta drove up. I had all my camera equipment with me. We held hands as she drove. At every stop, she’d lean in and kiss my cheek. I was slowly falling in love with her. I knew that too. We got there. We talked and socialized all Friday night. Her sister Corry was a beauty, in my opinion, and she straight up asked me what sort of pictures I liked taking. I told her exactly what I loved taking.. "Besides, do you think I am goingto want your clothes back once you have had sex with Mr Field in them?"At that point he finished putting on his bra."Don't put your stockings on like socks," I said. "You roll them into aball, point your toes through the centre of the ball and then roll theball up your legs."I explained to him how to adjust his suspender belt straps so they didnot ping off and how to attach them.He didn't look quite right as he stood there in his lingerie with hisgirl's. He left when he was 14 to follow the love of his life, Barry Hopkins, to Kansas City. Barry’s now an audiologist at the KU Med Center. They’re still together.And Bear owns the wildly successful BEAR restaurant and bar on an iffy stretch of Broadway in midtown. Where my love, Vanessa Henderson, manages the operation, buys the food and drink, does the books and is one of the most respected sommeliers in town.Her wine list, along with JJs, is ranked at the top of the city by “Wine Spectator.”So, a.