"I'll warn you, though, I'm a champion Spit player."Richard and Sandra had laughed, but Emily turned out to be right. She had lightning hands and eyes... and she always got the smallest pile. Plying her with wine had not helped either.It was now the final round of the game, as Emily had only a few cards left. Unless Richard or Sandra could slap the empty 'pile' before Emily did, she would remain undefeated in all their games to date."Spit!" Emily cried, and the three of them began to throw cards. .I determined how to lower it to the lowest setting, carefully crawled on top of my rolling bedside table and found my hands just barely touched the floor. First I needed to take care of those damn flowers and that was easy. I headed toward the smell, found the flowers and tossed them on the floor - it made a hell of a noise.Then I pushed toward where I remembered the doorway was. Damn now this was great! I was fucking mobile until – son of a fucking bitch that hurt! I needed to remember to not. I again had to work late and missed her on the way home. Thursday morning I had a couple of doughnuts for her and a big smile as I said, ‘Good morning, I hope you like the chocolate covered ones.’ She nodded as she smiled. Her face seemed to register recognition, perhaps of my accent. She said ‘Good morning. Thank you.’ She turned her back to me and closely held on to the bar with both hands. I felt she wanted me to do so too so I did. Again she was surrounded by my arms only now they were. She smelt like heaven as his tongue swept up her slit sending a cold chill up his daughter's spine. It was his second time eating her, and it was quickly becoming one of his favorite things to do to her body. Her pussy was so tight and sweet that Jack was sure that he would never be able to get enough of her. He found her sweet little bud and he started to work it with his tongue. She didn't know what he was doing to her body, but whatever he was doing it nearly drove her out of her mind. ''OH.