" Baby, for your sake then I hope you go all four years on the coast."She kissed him on the cheek, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to f...ow. He too was fighting off tears when his friend Patrick honked from the driveway."I love you, mom. Happy New Year!" he called out as he bounded out the door. As the sound of Patrick's car faded, she said between sniffles, "You too, sweetheart. You too."Donny and Patrick had been out drinking enough times during the previous two weeks that. I held her petals open with the fingers of both hands and engulfed her swollen clit, nibbling on it with my teeth, tantalizing it with the tip of my tongue. She gushed a load of creamy clear nectar across my chin and throat within seconds; I lowered my position to drink of the sparking waters from her fountain and then licked her clean. She pulled me up onto my knees, my face to hers, and lapped the fluids from me as well while unfastening my pants and pushing them from my hips. I stood. Everyone else in the room was just trying to avoid the fallout. I saw the innkeeper duck behind the bar when I looked around. No one here wanted any part of us.She fumed, and refused my arm to escort her to the carriage. I held the door and instructed Armand to assist the lady. He did so with practiced ease. I paid the innkeeper, not even blinking at the blatant overcharge. I just wanted to be on my way. Why? I wasn't so sure.I checked the carriage door, more to apologize to Megan than for any. Kids were streaming out into the hallway, dressed in their bright blue band uniforms and lugging their instrument cases. A couple of boys whistled, noticing her skimpy workout clothes of tight white shorts and a grey sports bra. She was flattered, but then she was suddenly terrified of running into Brant West. She didn’t want him to see her dressed like this, so she ran the rest of the way to her room. Farinella was fully dressed in a bright blue pantsuit and brushing out her long bleach-blonde.