When he opened the door he didn't say a word. He just left the door open and walked back inside. I followed. I half expected him to turn around and be...surprised that I was there. But he didn't turn. He just continued to walk with complete confidence that I was behind him. We went through a series of doors, down some stairs, and into what could only be described as a "rec room". Brown paneling, a pool and dart tables, beer lights and other accoutrement that just screamed "Americana!" Tony. .I SAY CAUSE YOU TALKED ALL THAT SHIT ABOUT WHAT YOU WILL DO TO THE PUSSY AND NOW WHEN THE PUSSY TELL YOU TO PUT UP OR SHUT UP YOU WANT TO GET QUIET...YOU SAY TO ME IT AINT LIKE THAT..STUDDERING AND SHIT...I SAY THEN WHAT IS IT...YOU SAY WELL...I SAY WELL WHAT...YOU SCARED OR WHAT...YOU BEING A MAN SAY NAH IT AINT THAT...I SAY SHIT YES IT IS...HERE IS PUSSY AND YOU HAVE GOTTEN QUIET ON IT...HAHAA..THEN YOU TRIED TO FLIP THE SCRIPT TELLING ME THAT I WAS TALKING MUCH SHIT...TRYING TO USE. Iescorted her to the table where her wine was already poured. "Relax andenjoy the wine, dinner will be ready in just a minute."Jen smiled at my attention. This was something she was going to enjoygetting used to. She sipped her wine as I served the meal. I hadprepared a mixed seafood salad with shrimp and snow crab and served itwith warmed garlic vinaigrette. Added to the fare were warm crustybread rolls drizzled with melted sesame, ginger butter. When the meal was served, I sat across the. His tongue flicked over her labia; tasting her rich, heady aroma and the salty sweetness that he loved. He parted her lips with his tongue and licked her with long, lazy strokes, then in zigzags; increasing the pressure each time. Claudia, as always, was swift to respond; gripping his hair and pressing his tongue between the folds of her pussy as though she were pressing a violet between the pages of a book. This too was to her a precious keepsake; a memento to remember him by – the luxurious.