Unfortunately, from this distance, I could just make out that it looked like she was shaven except for a small "landing patch" just at the top of her .... I could see her hand slide down and slowly, subtly begin moving. At first, that was it. It was just her, sucking her breast and the hand slowly searching her nether regions like a lover exploring a new land. My cock longed for more. With its one eye, it wanted to see the pink petals of her inner flesh. It wanted to see the wet drops of. Could I speak to your youngest wait staff girl please. I forget her name.’ ‘Ah yes, Julie.’ ‘Hi Julie. I’m Tom Briscoe from Texas and will be into your bar to visit you in a day or two, probably in the evening.’ ‘Oh you work only in evenings, good. Listen I’m a guest in Barton & Bridge Towers just opposite you guys. They have all sorts of drinks here but no beer. Could you get one of your guys as a special favor to zap up with a dozen of light ale, any label, I’ll hand across fifty bucks.’ ‘Hi. You lean forward again to kiss me, again slipping your tongue within my mouth.Running it along the roof of my mouth, you slide it back and forth, and in and out. You reach to unbutton my blouse cuffs and then you very slowly, and very deliberately, slide the blouse from my shoulders.You turn, with my blouse in your hands and hang it on the Valet chair by the closet door. As you start to head back to me, you see the candles on my dresser and nightstand, and you cross the room to light them.Soon,. ” *After landing safely and acquiring a rental car, Bo and Lisa thrilled at the landscape while again climbing in altitude, this time through steep, forested slopes. The scattered cabins and the milky-white snow looked like a wondrous fantasy landscape turning pink in the ebbing light.As they found their cabin, a sign hung above the door that read Welcome Bo and Lisa. Lisa beamed. Because Bo truly wanted to make this a special moment in their lives, he hefted Lisa into his arms and carried her.