My heart raced at the prospect.I heard the sound of her car pulling up about 5:30, right at her usual time, but instead of heading home to her house, ...he rang my doorbell. I opened the door and she literally leapt onto me, wrapping her arms and legs around me, her skirt rucked up to her waist, and kissing me deeply, her tongue immediately searching for mine. “I love you so much Gary Stevenson” she blurted out, kissing me again. I couldn’t resist if I tried and kissed her right back. I adored. I touched my forefingers to my nipples, realizing they were already stiff.Taking each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, I began to slowly roll them around and around. My breathing speeded up and I pinched them, lightly at first, and then harder and harder in time with the memory of the dream tongue caressing my open pussy. Moaning slightly, I slid one hand down over my stomach to finish myself off.My fingers touched someone's head.I was awake and the tongue was real. My eyes flew open and. That's fine. You're the expert after all."Soon you are standing with a phone at your ear, listening to the dial tone. It seems to ring fifteen or twenty times before someone picks up."Hello, who is this?", you ask."Who are you? Some chick? Where's the cop?", a rough male voice rasps."I am the negotiator. Who are you?" My name is not important. Negotiator, huh? So that must mean you're willing to listen to our demands!" Certainly. However we would be much more willing to listen if you showed us. He was about to go into his parent's cottage when a low whistle caught his attention."Mak! Oh, Mak! Over here." A small group of shadowy figures waited in the moonlight near a huge oak; men and women of about his own age. Els called to him eagerly as he approached. "Have you really been out to the traders' camp? What are they really like? What did you find out about them?" Well, I found out that they make really great beer." Mak laughed in the darkness, weaving on his short legs and stifling a.