The woman had her skirt bunched around her waist, her hands holding tightly to the table she was sitting on. As soon as Lucys tongue made contact with...the extended head of her clitoris one of her hands came behind Lucys head and forced her face into the dampness of her dripping cunt. Oh yea, thats it. She hissed as she hunched Lucys darting tongue. You do know how to eat a twat, honey. Moaning, she continued to hunch into her lover. Lucy could feel the damp pussy juices on her cheeks as she. It wasn't very convincing, but Mike was too frightened and upset to notice."Stay away from me, you drunken brute!" she cried, backing away.They looked at each other for a moment, then both started laughing until their sides hurt."Happy Mother's Day!" gasped Laura finally."Jesus Christ!" she answered. They collapsed into each other's arms.It was weird going to bed that night. Mike struggled with the bra. Laura laughed smugly and came over to help her. "Thanks! God! Me in a bra and slip! Please. She took the bolero off and started to make herself upcarefully. Now she could put on somewhat more than she had inthe morning. Carefully, she blended one eye shadow above and atthe corners of her eyes, then patted a bit of rouge onto hercheekbones and blended it until it looked natural. She gave hereyelids lidliner above and below that extended a little waybeyond their outside ends and gave her eyelashes an extraportion of a mascara with tiny fibers that added volume andlength to her. Therefore, I left and went to think. If you want you can cometo the Dillard's in Winrock, and meet me, but frankly, you might dobetter to meet me back at the quarters." Da, I mean yes, I have heard horror stories, about American womengoing shopping that could freeze the blood of a Hitlerite, I'll see youback at the quarters." Thank you for understanding, Schtopaugh,...I love you, sweetheart." I love you too, my treasure."Michael hung up and had a smile on her face. She felt bad about makinghim.