I preened in front of the full-length mirror, wearing nothing except for my hat, a beaded necklace with the same ribbon colors, and a smile.The handma...e necklace was a work of art created by Paul Lavoie, a fellow Vietnam Veteran who’d succumbed to the effects of Agent Orange. I never met the man, but after he died, his sister gave me the necklace under the conditions that I wear it in his memory and never take it off. I honor the man and his legacy by mentioning his name and story whenever. Not everyone is a saint. Some people out of any group would misuse those abilities. Think of how easy it would be to rob someone if you knew for certain they weren't going to be home. Think of how easy it would be to get someone's security code if they had a security system, or the combination of their safe. Think of how easy it would be for a mugger to pick a victim he knew wouldn't fight back." Yeah, I know. Adam Hunt showed me what it would be like if the wrong kind of people had those. I never stopped thrusting my fingers, and she had her juice coming out nonstop. I just stared right at her cherry for a moment before I let my tongue out."Fuck yes," she moaned, bringing her hands to the back of my head. "Even that bastard who just ran out never ate me out, Rex. Damn, you must like me if you are willing to do this on the first date."My lips came off hers somewhat. "Only for the classy ladies, now shut up," I ordered her, prior to letting my tongue inside her slit.I rarely ate. "I want to feel what you described" she replied, so I pulled her head up and took her sweet lips with mine in a gentle kiss. Reaching down I pulled her top over her head, she raising her arms to help me, I knelt before her on the floor and taking the sides of her shorts in each hand eased them down over that fine ass, she rose up so I could get them off (oh yeah she had a nice triangle of dark silky hair between those firm thighs. I stood up and pushed my shorts down, her eye's widening when.