Most people never have to go through that.But most people also never get the kind of news that results in the kind of euphoria that makes up for being...terrified, shot at, and parts of your body being missing.That's how Bob felt. His world, which up to that point had been pretty miserable on a daily basis, was suddenly filled with sunshine, cool breezes and good smelling women.Well, one good smelling woman, anyway.If he could just get to her.And that was the next hurdle the one-legged veteran. How?"i pretended that i was really into the magazine i was reading.i was actually just staring at K's crotch.just behind the sheer fabric of her underpants was my sister's thick stripe of light colored pubic hair.i could feel my heart pounding as she requested that i ride my bike to the store for a bag of ice and two bottles of ginger ale. i figured she was going to party with some friends.K gave me $15 and said i could keep the change if i hurried."ok!" i was now casually looking at her. * When I got back to the station, Charlie said she found something interesting. The pimp that was killed the second year was also a drug runner. He didn’t sell drugs per se, but he did pick up money for one of the mob bosses. I asked her where she got the information and she told me she went out and located the hooker who was with DQ at the time he was killed by Cupid. ‘What? You went out in that area by yourself? What the hell is the matter with you?’ I asked. ‘Easy, Jim, don’t blow a head. The difference was I was fingering my best friend. And it felt so damn good. “Taste me, Sam. I want to feel a woman’s tongue on my clit! Your tongue on my clit!” Brit yelled out. I moved down, spreading Brit’s legs as I went. I had never tasted a pussy before, but I was going to find out how sweet one was now. I looked at her sensual orifice and I had to say, it was so beautiful. The way her outer lips curled from being engorged with desire. I actually could not wait until I slid by mouth over.