At last, Shelly's moans subsided and the tenseness in her body eased. She slumped against the shower wall, still gasping for air. On my knees in front...of her, my tongue returned to lavishing soothing care on her labia, teasing; caressing; calming. A seemingly endless flow of juices trickled from her to my lips and face."You okay?" I smiled up at her."Mmmmmmm," she purred, "I'm a hell of a lot better than okay!"My tongue gave her a lascivious lick and she shivered. "James... that was. ”“She lives with her mother out past Kendall’s Store. Hold on.”“Adele, what’s your mother’s last name?” I asked and her eyes were wide open and red.“Watson. Emaline Watson. Her name’s on the mailbox, number 311.”Adele looked at me wide-eyed, and spoke like she was dumb struck and I smiled at her, then tweaked her nipple.“Yes, deliver it to Emaline Watson’s house, her name is on the mailbox – number 311. She lives a mile or more past Mr. Bill Donavan’s place.“Yes and you know I love your sweet. You name it! I developed quite a fetish for ass play no thanks to my first wife...But we weren't together long enough to go all the way..And while hooking up with guys was fun, it just isn't quite as hot as having a woman fuck you with a strap on. This is a true story about an awesome night in Vegas, earlier this year. I had been hired to go to Vegas to work at one of the big conventions. Going in I knew they would be extremely long days..Starting early and ending late...Going out really wasn't. I felt that I must protect Helen and you and also had to be protected." And I felt that I needed to protect all three of you," Frank added as his eyes met Gayle's.They gave each other a kiss. Unfortunately, Bobby and Helen saw the kiss out of the corner of their eyes."Mushy stuff," Bobby said."Yeah, mushy stuff," Helen agreed.When the day was over, Frank asked, "Could we stay another day? I would like to take you to a movie tomorrow night."Gayle went to Helen and asked, "Would it be alright if.