I thought about the way she had looked nervously around her when we first sat down, as if she was worried that someone might recognise her."Come on. W...at is it? You can tell me." Maybe if you get me another beer. Maybe I'll tell you," she said, finishing off the rest of her beer as she gave me a long lingering look.I immediately figured that there was nothing in it and that she was just trying to intrigue me so that we would stay here for another round of drinks. Either way, if I told her we. A tight white string shoulder top, that clings to your slim, taught body, the swell of your firm tits accentuated by the sheer white material. Your hard nipples clearly visible through the material.....you know exactly what I like.You already have my gin & tonic poured and iced in your hand, as I put my bag down I see you roll the ice cold glass across your nipples, you know your English gent adores how they grow. As I hang my suit jacket you pass me my drink, as I sip you are unbuckling and. I could feel it approaching through my lips as they continued to work on that tiny organ that was giving her such intense pleasure. Once again she called out my name, "Aaaaannnnnnnaaaaaa..." shuddering, stuttering, again soaking my face before sinking down onto the blanket, utterly spent. I continued to clean her with my tongue until, finally, her hand gently pushed me away, unable to take any more of the mini-orgasms my lips and tongue were causing her to experience. I slid up along her. When she and her boring accountant husband have children of their own it is unlikely they'll know anything other than the comforts of West Coast Suburbia.It is Paul's turn for a prolonged solo and he smiles broadly as he acknowledges Lynn's nod. Dave Holland, look out! Lynn leans back on her stool and lets her eyes wander about the audience she hasn't really had the opportunity to study before. It is the usual Wednesday night crowd at the Village Vanguard: mostly men, mostly middle-aged, a.