“Why don’t you invite yourroommate too. I’d really like to meet her.”“I . . . I’ll see whether Geraldine’s busy or not,” Crystal repli...d quickly. “Do you thinkyou can find the restaurant by yourself? It’s a small place, THE BEEF & BOTTLE,and it’s three blocks down on Seventh Avenue. Go ahead and take your nap andmeet us there at six.”“I can find it,” Gail agreed, sipping the last of her drink. “I’ll be there at six and do seeif Geraldine can make it. I’m looking forward to meeting her.”A slight. He says he visits to see his brother but I think it’s mostly to screw me. He wants it all the time but I limit him to ‘only’ three times a day.”Peggy sighed, “You’ll get no sympathy from me, only a helping hand ... or another part!” They laughed, poured another drink and kept on visiting.Jim was interested so a cookout was planned. Clothing was not optional ... it was not allowed. Peggy brought more Margueritas and a salad while the hosts provided grilled chicken and other sides.Sam was in. Now, you wanna tell me you’re not wet right now with all this talk about eating you out? I bet it’s been a long time since that clit of yours was tongue fucked, hasn’t it?”Her nipples were now popping almost thru her blouse. She crossed her legs and placed her hands on her crotch, pressing down a bit. “shailu, I can’t believe you just said that!” she said but that smile was still on face. “But….you really think of eating ME out.”“Yeah, let me show you” and I squatted down and moved her one leg. .. and I want to feel your presence in that room when I’m there alone.”She took my hand and did something that surprised me. She kissed it. It might not seem like a grand gesture, but be honest: how many times has a girl kissed your hand the way gentlemen-of-old kissed ladies’ hands? She held my fingers and pressed her lips to my knuckles.“You’re precious!” she told me affectionately. “Leave it in my hands. We’ll go back to your place after lunch and you can get me the key. I’ll pick up the.