“You got the names wrong,” Paula told them.“And the spelling,” added Paul.“Oh yeah?” the obvious bully snorted, his hands on his hips. “...ell why don’t you geniuses enlighten us!”The two nine-year-olds looked at each other and grinned.“Bruce and Lucy sittin’ in a tree,” they chanted together, “F-U-C-K-I-N-G!”The gang of older kids looked shocked. They had of course heard the word before; most of them used it. But to hear a couple of younger kids claiming to actually DO it was more than they were. However, this time when her skirt rode up, she paused for a moment, her legs spread for my eyes only. I drank in the sight of her exposed pussy as she reached under the seat for her handbag. Opening it, she reached in and handed me the tiny wisp of black lace. Jen winked slyly. “I saw you admiring them earlier, so I thought you might like to keep them.” She moved her other leg into the car, and I closed her door. We drove back home, most of the way in silence. Jen leaned over. You stretch and moan. Although you are not yet quite fully awake I think I have your full attention. You are getting wet, your juices flowing, coating my lips with their sweet nectar. Now I seek out your clitoris and lick it with the flat of my tongue. Your response is confirmation that this is what you want and you arch your body offering me better access. I take your clit between my lips and suck it flicking it with the tip of my tongue. This has the desired effect and I feel it start to. In the afternoon I tried reading a bit in English. Some new stories by Conan Doyle – The Return of Sherlock Holmes – which had arrived from London a month or two ago. But I only got a few sentences in before I dozed off.It was in the spring of the year 1894 that all London was interested, and the fashionable world dismayed, by the murder of the Honourable Ronald Adair under most unusual and inexplicable circumstances. The public has already learned those particulars of the crime which came out.