I explained to her, “There will be a safe word, so there’s no need to worry,” blood drained from her face as the whole scene became a reality. �...�That word is sanctuary.” I said little more as I asked her to fetch a glass of water for each of us. She hurried off, and I watched that fine ass disappear. She was wearing tighter-than-usual black trousers and a simple white top, at the neckline, a little of her exquisite lacy brassier was showing, it was black and very intricate.When she returned,. ’ He’d never stopped his ministrations to her breasts and he was driving her to the brink of insanity. ‘God, please, Reid. Please hurry.’ ‘There’s no hurry, baby. I want to savor you.’ She bucked beneath him. He might want to savor her, but she wanted him now. Finally he relented, skimming his mouth down her belly before blowing his breath over her slick pussy, taking in her scent. He never took time with her. She was explosive and never lacked for release, but he hadn’t made slow love to her. "Meet Ian Watson our cousin."Vikki grinned when she saw him turn his head and look her up and down even as he continued to fuck Tara. "Uuhhhmmmm, like what you see do you?" Oh yeah, you're cute, I think I could enjoy fucking you." And you'll get you're chance." She looked at Tara. "You look as if you're enjoying it you slut, are you, and is he any good?" Good!" She grinned. "My pussy has never had it so good, I think only dad has filled it and fucked it better."Vikki turned to Teresa as she saw. Amazingly, my Google maps search for kirsch got a hit on a place called La Czar, on the other side of Forestville from the FiberDyne plant. Spitting distance!I knew I could probably find the stuff in any upscale liquor store, but there was something pleasing about being able to say my sherbet was made from fresh cherries and locally made cherry liqueur. I called the number and they were open and would be happy to sell me a bottle or two. I gulped when she quoted the price, but then smiled into.