The way they said this to me, you would have thought they were trying to explain light switches to a moron.I was allowed to carry one bag from each of...them, as we crossed over to the other side to look at the stores as we headed back to the entrance. We got to the restaurant at about five til six, and both Mama and Mrs. Connor had obviously spent their two hours in there drinking. Mrs. Connor was worse off than Mama was, but not by much. They were both too far gone to be able to follow along as. When the other woman answered, Lucy said,"Barbara, we need to made funeral arrangements for Handlebar."After less than a week on the job, Barbara was not sure that she understood correctly. She asked, "Who?" Handlebar." Could you spell that?" Barbara asked."H A N D L E B A R," Lucy answered."That's what I thought you said. Where is... Handlebar?" He's at the morgue in Pittsburgh. I want a first class funeral for him," Lucy said."Okay, I'll get Sandra started on making the arrangements right. What is in store for our pair of star crossed lovers as Issy launches into her pursuit of the exotic perhaps non-existent Phal Appendiculata orchid on the rather orchid festooned slopes of Kintamani Volcano and John sets about recovering from months of no sex and an abundance of documents as dense and thick as the Indonesian jungle he is now arriving in for his well deserved break? Only time will tell. Isabella Bloom, exhausted and relieved to have finally arrived after thirty-something hours. Making her feel like a piece of meat, something for me to use. She was hoping I approved, and I did. I then blind folded her and pushed her to her knees. She heard my fly open and belt come off my jeans, then she felt my hard cock with precum on her face and lips. "Suck it girl!" She obeyed. She was not very experienced, but I guided her along. She sucked and licked and I had her lick my balls and suck them as well. She wanted to touch it, but I would slap her hands away. I stopped and pushed.