Finding it surprisingly easy to navigate in heels, Richard headed down tothe basement. Piled in the corner were magazines never thrown out. Riflingpas... old copies of Life Magazine he found what he was looking for - thankgod it was still here - a 1949 copy of "Women's Charm." Even as a youngerboy the article on "Make Up for the Real Go Getter" fascinated him. Hethought it was pictures of the pretty girls applying makeup, but maybe heshould have realized at this point it was really something. I pull and suck her right nipple deep into my mouth, pushing my tongue against it so it touches the inside of my mouth, her moans more heated now as my hands slide down her tummy and brush across her mound and upper thighs. I suck hard on her nipple, pulling it into my mouth until it is extended from her breasts, then gently nibble my way off of her nipple until just the tip is in my mouth, I bite down gently to get a groan and moan then release it. I push her breasts together so that her. Try some, it will hurt your throat if you drink it too fast, though, just sip it slowly.” I said.Of course they tried it, and after confirming it wouldn’t make them drunk there was now a line at the root beer stand. When word got out there was some bruga that would not make a person drunk I knew then that I needed more root beer. “What kind of bruga is this weak stuff?” a male partygoer asked.I wasn’t given a chance to answer as the ladies answered first. “Not the kind you want, so go get in. We concluded our leisurely meal, rich with promising looks and small talk, and departed.We arrived in plenty of time for the show. The breeze tickled Britney’s hair, flitting it across her face, and away again. We dawdled between the parking ramp and the theater. Britney turned to me. “Mark? I feel so grown up tonight. Thank you for all this. Mom, Linda, told me how you treated her. Everything, including how rough you were at the finish. I saw how you tied her the next morning. I want all that..