It was like asking her if she wanted soup or salad. I did see her curl her pinky though. It made me wonder how reliable the finger curl was as a tell....��So if Mary’s service ends at the end of the month and you’re getting rid of the condo, can I keep her myself?”That question came out of left field! I’d never considered anything like that. Mary would be ‘free’ after the end of the month. Free to get her ass out of my home and start again somewhere, anywhere, else. She needed a job too, since. They pushed their trays through the line. Loren paid for their lunches and found their regular table in the corner. He reached across the table and held her hand. "Well ... I think we scratch Erin and Brady off the list." Why would you say that?" she asked. He flipped the brochure onto the table. Abrielle regarded it. "You're kidding..." Why would I kid about something like this? I knew Erin was devout. She always wears that crucifix and talks about keeping folks in her prayers. I never. Your tongue splits my lips…moving upward until it rests on my clit.>> My clit is a hard, little knob under your tongue–pulsing with need. You swipe at it with a few firm strokes, causing my knees to buckle. You pull back and look at my sweet wetness–wide open and wanting. Shifting, you raise one of my knees and put my leg over your shoulder, giving you greater access. Diving back in, you assault my clit with firm strokes, light strokes, long and short, fluttering flicks. You hear my moans of. Best take it slow.”She released his hand, nodding. “Okay, fine,” she said. “But, Scott? If you stand me up one more time without saying anything, I’ll gut you with your fountain pen.”~~~~The trailhead was a gap in the trees at the side of a decaying rural road. A small weathered sign marked it, but no one would spot it unless they knew it was there.Lara watched Scott don his rucksack and adjust the straps. It figured he’d have an old-style canvas one with straps and buckles.“Can I hold the.