Irving takes us to one of his favorite restaurants, which happens to be French. I order for Hugo again—he still hasn’t got the hang of menu-speak,...especially in French—and keep it fairly simple, but I take advantage of the opportunity for myself.Irving has his usual one beer—some import or other, I’m not a beer drinker—and at my suggestion he pours a small amount into a glass for Hugo to taste. Hugo takes one sip and makes a face. Well, I’ve always thought beer is an acquired taste.My escargot,. I start exclusively flicking the clit with my tongue. At this point, I learn about her unfortunate past with cunnilingus. It was practically non-existent. She was uttering full sentences like, "Nobody's ever gotten their tongue as deep into me before." "This is the first time my clit has been licked." "I don't think any guy has ever seen my inner pussy." "Oh my G-d, your tongue is inside me."Almost reflexively, just as pretty much every woman I've been with, Kit starts jerking me off as I lick. Right," and I was wondering if such a man was living in Cranbrook, and was still single.Shortly before nine we walked over to the Crowsnest Club and entered. It was just getting going and the noise level wasn't yet at the eardrum bursting stage. The music was largely contemporary pop and I could recognize most of the tunes. A disc jockey was playing the music without comment, but at this early stage, no one was up dancing and the crowd was pretty thin. I walked to the bar and order each of us a. It was probably the last time we'd get to spend together for who knewhow long.I got the eggs going along with bacon and a couple of slices of realham. I grated some potatoes into a frying pan and got them going aswell and it wasn't too long before the smells of food cooking permeatedthe house. I figured that the aromas would wake Dad and Mom, but on theoff chance that they didn't, I began preparing a couple of trays totake up to them in bed.By the time the food was ready, Mom and Dad still.