I thought she could save a lot of time if she had a big mixer like this one, instead of the little one we have at home. I just wanted to show it to he..., then I was going to bring it right back here."I knew my father had bought that old mixer from a bakery liquidation sale about a year before. Almost all the other stuff he had bought had been sold already. No one in town had shown any interest in a big commercial mixer. The last time my father had it displayed in the front of the store, he was. "Mmm," she said, with that pixie grin he loved so well.He smiled back. "I love you too," he said. For wasn't that what she had said?—with her mouth, with her body, with her heart?Then, of course, there were showers to take, breakfasts to eat, last-minute packing to do, a car to drive. Their planes were going in opposite directions, and if they weren't fast, both of them would leave without them. Life, with all its petty cares and demands, reasserted its dominance for a time, and the next thing. She said when he walked in and saw them together, he just snapped. He took my baseball bat and hit the man several times before she made him stop.She said the man recovered without any problems but that dad was so upset that he had hurt someone that he couldn't get over it and wanted to pay the price. She told me she tried to get him off with a lesser sentence but dad was too angry to accept her help and wanted nothing to do with her after what he saw. Instead, he insisted that he was guilty. I part your slit with my tongue driving my tongue deep inside of you, tasting and feeling the warmth of your walls. I feel your hands in my hair caressing urging me on. As I pull my tongue out of you, I caress and suck on your enflamed, engorged lips, feeling the fullness in them, knowing that your wanting me, knowing that I am not done with you. As my tongue enters you again and again I look up to you, seeing your eyes alternate between being closed in semi-delirious state and dream state to.