Mr. Geiger continued, "I've arranged for you to interview someone else who our readers are also interested in reading about. When I got the call that ...his person was available, my first thought was that the only person for this interview was you"."Thank you for your confidence in me Mr. Geiger", the worry she felt now replaced with a feeling of pride. She worked hard to do her best and it didn't hurt that the person she was writing about (Franzi) was also her first female lover."Now", Geiger. "I opened my eyes and looked at the clock; five after three."Dammit!" I spoke aloud, rolling over in bed. "Would you stop already!" You're the one who had the dream," my swollen cock replied.For the last two nights, my cock had woken me up at ungodly hours, throbbing and demanding attention. And here we were again."I don't remember any dream."He sighed. "My cousin got King Solomon, and I'm stuck with you."I had been having asinine conversations with my cock since I was a teenager. They were. He knew she was close to climax as he dug in and really began the repetitive motion she loved. With a forceful tongue, he sucked and swirled around her clit. Her hips were starting to buck with his motion and her breathing became heavy and short. His fingers found her tight little hole sliding in at the height of her arousal. Her body tensed as she rewarded him for his efforts. He could feel her come and slowly slid his fingers deep causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.The Gift had been. Looking though the crowd that seemed tohave materialised from nowhere she watched for thegates of the compound to open, allowing the contingentto make its way to the assembly point for theprocession that would start of the first day of MardiGras. It was not easy to see from her position, lookingthrough horse’s legs, people with flamboyant costumesof flowing material, people with almost nothing onexcept a head dress, and at the lead position, thefloat, representing the subject that had.