A pussy with bristles can be off putting for a guy especially if he is tonguing me down there. You do understand?” He nodded again. Julie stood up... “Okay, lie across the stool please.” It was small in height so it was just a case of kneeling over it but it served a purpose. Julie walked to the side slid the cane across his bottom. He turned and around looked up at her. Suddenly she moved away and went to the wardrobe. Moments later she returned with a scarf. She straddled him as she tied it. One of the new passengers was a short and rather elderly man, dapper and sharp faced with keen, blue, though slightly bloodshot eyes. Despite the unsteadiness of his gait, the result of an evening spent imbibing, if the reek of whisky were anything to go by, he did not make for a seat, but stood opposite Veronica and surveyed her closely and with obvious approval, for a second or two before speaking."Saints preserve us! But it is a soight for sore eyes that ye are - indeed it is by the blessed. ......please do it again.....keep licking"Before I really put my next plan in action, I decide to wait for him to make another attempt and have another failure. Weeks go by and I almost give up on the plan to have a "three strikes you're out" approach. But finally, after over three weeks, he decides to try again. This time, I guess he thinks that a little alcohol will loosen him up. It does make him go at it with more self-confidence, but the self-confidence turns out to be entirely. In her previous consultations with sweet-faced Honey, she pitied the fact that the girl had never had any real connection with either of the sexes and had gone the self-pleasing route to satisfy her incessant urges. It seemed such a waste to her because the girl was truly a feast of femininity and succulent female flesh.Rebecca told Honey to get on the bunk belly down and bury her face in the soft allergy-free pillow. The smile on Honey’s face told her that the girl thought she had finally won.