I said “Nice idea, I like your service.”Then I started to read the menu that was very strange but pleasant, everthing was garnish with semen, smeg...a, spit and piss. I showed him menu and fingered on the peg which I ordered before and asked “Where is the chocolate meat stick which come with my peg?”He turned behind and showed her asshole and said “Here is your meat stick with my chocolaty ass.” I smiled and leaned his asshole, and started eating my meat stick, I was good rimmer actually but. But I tease, play and taunt you just lightly running my finger up and down your ass crack. You give me a look that tells me you need it more then ever. But I still play with you, I love to get you frustrated and just as you will say something I finish you off. But I play more and I see you getting frustrated, just enough that you won't say anything for now. I start to fuck you harder with my tongue, as I still tease your anus. You are thrusting your hips back and forth trying to get the final. Before long our lips met and we kissed softly and deeply. As we kissed I felt that twitching in my trousers grow into a fully ranging erection. I was about to pull away and stop when I felt a soft touch on my chest and a stroking on the back of my left shoulder. I didn’t stop, I reached out with my arms and mirrored her position, my eyes closed I felt her body shift slightly to help my hand fine her chest, she let out a quite giggle as I found it and gave it a gentle squeeze.We continued in. Oh dear.`Ida lived in a white frame house built, she told me, "about 1890' " There were plenty of fancier houses in Oakland and Berkeley., but her house had a lot of character. It had a cupola on one corner. Ida's house was a "Craftsman "house. People 100 years ago could order one from the Sears, Roebuck catalog. The pieces were milled and shaped in Chicago and shipped by rail to the correct city, then moved from the boxcars to the building site on a horse-drawn wagon. I loved the high ceilings.