After she went to bed, I turned on my computer and started my IM clientto see who I knew who was online. Mostly it was friends from a long wayoff, pe...ple I'd met through art or gaming forums and knew only online.In between some chat with them, I unlocked the encrypted filesystem onmy external hard drive and looked at my collection of naked pictures.It was pretty much what I'd feared: they weren't particularly interestingto me anymore. Most of them, anyway. I said "naked pictures" insteadof. I was embarrassed because she was, and after that I did twice the work and filled two tubs. You see; I had always loved Cindy.When I was five Dad taught me to read — I read everything. I knew the difference between sloe gin and gin when I was six. I read the labels. I taught Cindy to read; Dad said girls didn't need to know but I loved Cindy and wanted to share with her. We looked for hours at the labels for Rye Whisky and Bourbon Whisky — searching for the mysterious, elusive difference.. Soon my knees were shaking so hard by now I didn't know if I was going to be standing much longer. I reached down and picked her up by the waist and gently laid her on the bed with her legs from the knees down hanging. I carefully spread her legs apart and starting at the knees , kissed and licked my way up her thighs until I reached her dewy pussy. I tasted a little of her sweet honey and then plunged my tongue into her cleft, licking and and sucking in her juices. My lust was raging and I. “You need more help than what you have here,” he laughed. “I was third in my class in Martial Arts and can easily take two punk Deputy Marshals,” he bragged.We glared at each other for at least thirty seconds. Finally, I grabbed his hand and pinched a pressure point. “Ow! What the fuck? Are you trying to get hurt?” he hollered belligerently as he jerked his hand back and rubbed the spot I pinched.“No, I was merely removing your hand,” I replied brusquely. “Since this is going nowhere, I’m.