I stopped by the mailboxes out front and grabbed a stack of the usualjunk mail."Don't you hate that?" a voice behind me asked. I turned to seeHeather... our neighbor from two doors down smiling at me as she picked upher mail, "Junk mail drives me crazy." What're you gonna do though right?" I replied. Heather was a cute, 24year-old brunette, and at 5 foot 7 she was almost as tall as me. Shelived with her husband of three years, Andy, and had become pretty goodfriends with my wife."I like the. ”“Okay.”Just like when Nallen brought me here I soon lost track of the various dishes. Also just like that other visit there was nothing I found less than delicious! Whoever the chef in charge was, they certainly knew their business. Partway through the meal I had an idle thought wondering if the chef somehow used thaumaturgy to make the dishes more appealing. It would not surprise me, they were that good. Magical, one might say.I was so stuffed I almost refused the dessert. It was some kind of. Her familiar taste ignited his senses, and he found himself leaning into her, returning her affection as best he could manage.It was a futile endeavor, her tongue was so powerful. There was little he could do other than relax into her embrace and let her do as she pleased. He began to feel light-headed, running out of breath, stars dancing before his eyes as her organ roved in his mouth. Her lung capacity was so much greater than his own now that she could keep up her lurid kissing for what. I noticed that only the top layer was still cloudy and white. The bottom layer of liquid was almost clear.I watched in horror while he attached a clear plastic hose to the bottom of the canister. I had a very bad feeling about this.As he worked he casually informed me, “You can go home as soon as this is empty, Sara. So it’s pretty much up to you what time you leave here. It’s nine thirty now. Brian tells me that your mother won’t be home until after midnight. So take your time. But Stacy is.