I went to my second appointment after and came straight home to tell you about my stop at the coffee shop. Sandy you have to believe me, please!’ I ...ould start seeing here eyes relax a little. She was looking in my eyes the whole time and she started to see the truth in them. The receipt with the time stamp helped. From Sandy’s description of the girl, I knew it was Mary from the coffee shop that came to my home. Now I know what asshole meant by ‘she’ll be mine very soon.’ ‘I think I know what. It was classic this time. Everyone in the room heard it and played to the feeling. There is nothing like a piece of music that comes alive from notes written or printed on a staff.I punched the controller to save what had been played when we finished. Pop said, "You need to look at your stuff and find your words for this. I know you got them somewhere, but who knows where? Some vocals on this one will be perfect for Rags' gravelly voice." You're right, Pop, I hear the words while I'm playing. "Yea, I know, I stuffed my sister's bra with about three boxes of tissues to get them looking like that. She has enough tit for three of me."On that note she started doing something under the shirt and handful after a handful of tissues started hitting the floor. Not that I minded. It was harder than hell to keep my mind on the road from her being there. I can't describe her scent; there was something there, something earthy. I don't know what it was, but it was as exciting as she was.When she. Her pubic hair, neatly trimmed and dark, was so wet it glistened in the soft candlelight. All around her pussy it was already soaking wet and her clit was incredibly swollen. Just as I moved my hands to the inside of her upper thighs, with the intention of spreading her legs farther apart, and as I was about to kiss her leg just inches from her pussy lips, she pushed my head away and said, ‘No!’ ‘NO!?’ I thought. Oh my god I can’t stop now! I have to eat this sweet, gorgeous pussy or I will.