Henrik did, and he gave us Danny’s phone number in Grindsted.”“Wow,” April remarked.“Not so difficult, really,” Amanda replied. “Danny i... awaiting our call. It’s late afternoon there.” Amanda placed a speakerphone on her desk and punched in a number.It rang. Hallo“Is this Daniel Bergstrom?”Yes ... pardon my English is a bit rusty.“Hello. I’m Amanda Bludstein and I’m an attorney here in the states. I’m calling in regards to someone you might have known seven or eight years ago, named April. What was she going to say? Could she what? He was still walking towards her and suddenly she had brain freeze. “Can I buy you something to eat?” The words snapped out of her mouth. The tiniest angle slicked onto the man’s lip. He shook his head. Bonnie’s lashes fluttered as she thought quickly. Would it be rude to offer him money? Maybe he’d like some potato chips? “Stupid, Bonnie! Stupid!” she harangued herself, “You know what he wants.” She couldn’t give him a ride, though, not this. I wasn’t looking for romance now was I?“Let me buy you a drink and see if we like each other?”She placed her small rucksack on a neighbouring stool, sat down and ordered us a drink. And like her, I did. The thing about some butch women, like her, is that they are women, not would-be men, but they choose the look and the attitude; the attitude is usually what does it for me.“So, Vee, how come you’re alone?”“Am I? I rather thought I was with you.”Moving to a table away from the bar, we fenced a. "Oh, baby... you are so wet. Mmmmm, just the way I like it." She said with a smile on her face, which was wet from my cunt juices already. She removed her finger and lay back on the carpet and motioned for me to sit on her face. I lowered my dripping pussy to her face and let out a gasp as her tongue entered me. With magical strokes she started to work my cunt inside and out. My clit was on fire as she gently rolled back the little hood and started to suck on it. I was so turned on at this.