Sammy was 21 years old and was finishing up college, though there was a four year difference, he still loved and respected her. He was the luckiest gu..., to be dating her. It was June 21st, and Susan climbed out of the car, and walked over to Sammys door. She rang the doorbell, trying her hardest to contain her excitement. When the door opened, she expected a kiss and a hug, but instead Sammy started questioning her about where she had been. Where have you been? You said youd be here at nine,. Ted led her to the back of the Sportwagon. He unlocked the tailgate and it folded down. Ted lifted her onto the tailgate where she was able to sit, her feet dangling. He parted her legs and gently lowered her back onto the carpeted floor of the rear compartment. He dropped to his knees on the ground and then pulled her wet panties down her legs. Ted was an accomplished cunnilingist. He watched his wife do it many times. He lavished kisses on Marsha's legs as he worked his way up slowly. Dot. Excitement builds in her secret place, thanks to the whisper of fresh, cool sheets. Perhaps the feeling of refreshment won't last long in the warmth of such an evening. Already night is pressing closer, teasing her nerve endings. Darkness closing in around her offers a seductive solitude, the chance to play. She flicks on the bedside lamp and plonks back onto the bed, smoothing her supple body against the satin sheets, curling a cushion towards herself, cat-like. After a minute of squirming. SCUMBAG!" Invectives failed to really emphasise her frustration at the torment that was supposed to be her guide in this.Since her accidental portal into this realm of fantasy and myth, she had been tormented by the furry little shit. As a guide he sucked big time. It seemed that most of her tribulations all stemmed from some stupid error on the cat's part. One thing was for sure, if she ever got out of this mess and ever made it back to her own civilised and rational time plane, she would.