And down, down, and down. My mouth searches across your tummy, delves into your navel, and continues, slowly down, down, and down. At the top of your ...ussy, I lighten my touch further. Gently, with gossamer lips, I nuzzle your sex. Soft as cobwebs, I intrude with my tongue into the upper folds of silk. Further I move, slowly down the length of the soft and flowering folds, dabbing at the dew with my tongue and inhaling, intoxicated with you. My nose bumps your clit, you jump. My tongue snakes. He also couldn't believe how much he - now she - was weeping! "It's not that I don't trust you, dear - it's that I don't trust you," said Janet, smiling.Janet was smug with the thrill of victory. Now Jack was the helpless, pleading female, and he was the strong powerful man. Janet was now the executive vice president of Carson manufacturing, and now Jack was the lowly secretary.Janet suggested sex, but here Jack felt herself on stronger grounds. She knew intuitively that Janet would not. "Benjamin." he said with a grin and a glint in his eye. "But my friends call me Ben."Jessica smiled. "Big Ben?" she said, arching her eyebrows a little and blatantly flicking her gaze to his crotch.My whiskey sprayed out in a burst of laughter. "Well," said Ben "I've never had any complaints." Yeah," I said, "except 'it won't fit'". I'm thinking here that I was a little drunk.It was Jessica's turn to spray alcohol into the bar's air, this time the mist of gin and tonic covered my face. "I'm. The water was clear and tannin colored. From out of the depths, I thought I saw the flash of a tail fin from a great Pike. The air felt so fresh and clean. Why had I stayed away for so long? I could already feel a measure of peace returning to my being.After paddling for a short period, I stopped and looked around. The ripples slowly vanished in the distance and the water became completely still. On one side was a sheer cliff, rising in the distance. To my right there was a small ridge topped.