. how I love flicking it with my tongue... but this time instead of the hungry pressure you have come to expect I use my fingers to expose you and beg...n to very gently flick the very tip of my tongue back and forth across the very tip of your clit... starting slowly and picking up speed but not pressure... As you try to grab my head to keep me in place and your back arches up and you can just start to feel that orgasm boiling to the surface I again back off and move down to your entrance where. "Hey Sarge, she's awake!" Ashley heard a voice call out from the doorway between the kitchen and the parlor.Tilting her head, she saw one of the two troopers stepping into the room. He was a tall young man on the early side of twenty, if that, with short black hair and matching mustache. His lower face was covered with a few days stubble. The uniform he wore was indeed the hated Yankee blue.The soldier, whose name she would learn was Butler, now stood silent at the bottom of the kitchen table.. .. After a short time, John discovered it wasn't all that difficult for him to fit in as Nicki. She had been right. He was able to do the thing that she normally did. He did hope that she found a way to reverse this, though. So far, being Nicki was like a vacation from himself, but he wasn't sure he wanted to be a woman for the rest of his life. He thought that it had been fun pretending to be Nicki in front of everyone at work, especially when he went for lunch with the girls and they all sat. I didn’t want to say anything before, but I always thought Martha was a cold hearted bitch!’ ‘Jeez sis, just say what’s on your mind.’ ‘You want us to take care of the cabin for you?’ ‘Sure, though I’d rather not have anyone other than you guys stay there.’ I gave her the keys and left my truck (a 1952 Dodge – I drove one in the Army and loved it. I scrounged around and found a beater and spent six months and too many bucks restoring it) and she drove me to Sky Harbor Airport. Flying United.