Knowing exactly what she wanted, she stopped briefly at the women's department, a section call "the junior miss", the men's section and finally the sh...e department.Satisfied, she headed to the checkout stands.-0-0-0-By the time Grace arrived back at the farm, the Bobsie Twins", as she had begun to call them had called it quits for the day.George and Robin were both at the barn, their heads buried deep inside the open hopper of the automatic seed planter. Grace pulled the truck up beside the. "When the music ended, we went and sat at a table. While talking, she asked if I would be interested in working on the school paper. I told her I was and she told me to meet her tomorrow at the paper's office. The music once again changed to a slow number. Denise took my hand, leading me to the crowded dance floor.As we danced, she again pressed herself against me. Taking me off guard, her lips met mine as she kissed me. I kissed her back very passionately. Whispering into my kiss, she asked me. She expertly sucked on the upstrokes and then relaxed on the downstrokes, creating a perfect cycle of pressure on my now throbbing head. Her tongue wrapped round under my tip, tickling the spot where my piercing already gave me extra stimulation. I could feel through that steel ring how I filled her mouth, from tongue to roof.After a couple of minutes of this, Leanne emerged from her lower floor room and looked over at me. From her perspective, I was just leaning against the kitchen counter,. When I raised an eyebrow, she laughed lightly and winked at me. “Don’t worry, honey. I love your accent. It’s cute!”“Well, your accent is sexy as fuck,” I retorted, before my mouth filter could kick in.“Well, ain’t you a smooth talker!” she laughed again.“Sorry about that,” I blushed. “No filter, sometimes. We’re kind of blunt, where I come from.”“I think ‘blunt’ is an understatement, Rick. Don’t worry about it, though. I like bluntness. It shows that y’all are honest. C’mon up, we’re.