Dear, when thou has finished thy task, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Come to me, my hand for to ask, For thou then art a true love of mine."The c...owd hushed to hear her and the applause as she ended was tremendous; she followed 'Parsley, sage' with 'I know where I'm going'. Then on a whim, began the Manchester Rambler -"I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler, from Manchester way, I get all my pleasure the hard moorland way.I may be a wage-slave on Monday, but I am a free man on Sunday..."A few in. "She pulled my hair out of the pony tail and fluffed it up a bit to helpthe look, I slipped on the robe and headed to the door.The doorbell rang, and she buzzed the driver up. I opened the door to a20ish year old, who just about dropped the bag when he saw me there. Iguess he liked what he saw. "Here's your food, ladies. Enjoy," hestammered while handing off the bag."Wow. Pretty sure you made his night, based on how he was holding hishand in front of him on his way out," she said with a smile. However, my attention quickly turns back towards Leslie as her mouth completely engulfs my proud member. I watch her bob up and down on me, her expert tongue bathing the bottom of my cock with each passing stroke. I plan to just sit back and relish the moment but then she unzips her skirt and pulls it down her athletic legs. This reveals her silky thong and tantalizing ass and I can’t bring myself to just lay there. As her hand slides into the front of her waist band, I can tell by the look in. ” “What’s that one Ash?” “Twister, I remember playing this one with Kirsty and Carl, always kept getting our legs mixed up. Damn I miss that.” Kirsty and Carl were Aunt May and Uncle Jacks 17 year old twins. Carl and I used to hang out a lot but then when he discovered girls he’d be out every day or night and Kirsty used to act like one of the lads, until she got to high school that’s when she took up football. So we hardly ever saw each other except at the family get-tog-ether's. Boy could.