At least I hadn’t confessed about Shepard, I thought. I also could slow down on my desire to ride ten miles out and ten back again. It was a goal I ...ushed back a bit. I had until the end of the summer to do that. What I did do, was to remove the scooter from the packing case. I managed to wrestle it outside on a very pleasant spring day. It started right up when I used the kick start. The battery had been dead of course. I left it to run at idle speed hoping it would charge the battery before. Slamming two fingers into her pussy, I felt the unmistakable contract-and-release of an orgasming vagina. I sawed my fingers in and out, while lapping her clit. Even before coming off one orgasm, she started a second one, bucking, moaning, and occasionally cursing. I fingered her sopping wet pussy faster and faster, triggering more orgasms. I knew what I had to do. I released her clit from my mouth, and pulled her legs back as far as I felt comfortable. I pointed my tongue, and, without. Besides you sucked my dick like a pro so stop stalling, you might as well pull off your shirt so it won't get messed up...' I stood looking at Willie as he started to pull off his pants and underwear, Willie sat on the sofa stroking his penis starring at me until he said '...take all the time you need Mom don't get ho,me till seven and Jake might get home near nine...' Thinking of no other way to get out of my predicament I removed my shirt and t-shirt and knelt between Willie's knees. I took. Thatcher said. "Do you have any idea where you're planning on going?" It's wide open," Susan told her. "It could be as close by as Weatherford, or as far away as Germany." Germany?" Mrs. Thatcher frowned. "That's something I don't hear every day. What made you think of that?" I speak German fluently," Susan told her, and went on to explain she'd just returned from an exchange year in Germany without getting into the details."Well," Mrs. Thatcher shook her head. "I sure can't guarantee that any.