“She’s not light, but I think I can manage.”Finally we came into an adjacent room where Enna stopped us, and pointed up at the ceiling. “I thi...k we’ve found our spot.”Above us was a grate, and beyond that the rough-beamed ceiling of an interior room, dark but with an oil lamp set into the wall. Judging by the ooze that clung to the grating, this was where wastewater and other miserable things were poured down ... but, there were also casks of some kind sitting on top of the grate, which could. She progressed, from spoon to spoon, letting the water sparkle before my eyes until she reached the tablespoon. And every time, just as she finished I’d call out, ‘Do it again, Mom Mom. Please . . . please!’ She repeated her performance several times for me, until it was time for her to begin cooking, then she would explain that whatever happened in this huge world, ‘Three teaspoons always make a tablespoon.’ ‘You promise Mom Mom?’ I asked. ‘I promise,’ she’d reply in a tone that always seemed. If she had relaxed enough to flirt with him, things were definitely looking up. ‘A girl can, if she doesn’t take too long!’ he answered. ‘Otherwise, a guy might think she’s hiding, and come in to get her!’ Cara raised startled eyes to his face at that, and he added, ‘So hurry up!’ He dropped a hard kiss on her softly parted lips, and when she opened for him, he deepened it, drawing her tongue into his mouth, loving the silky feel of her on his tongue, and the way she leaned into him. When she. She giggled “daydreaming about big boobed girls huh”? I started to turn a little red, she didn’t notice thankfully. “No, I was daydreaming about big boobed girls in bikinis” she looked at me with her usual Oh Boy’s face. She sighed “you boys and all the sexual deviance you run through your minds”. I was thinking of a response but she got called away by her friends. She skipped off to see her friends looking back at me with a smile and wave. I don’t know what i would of done without that girl in.