Weird and exotic−like sweet pulpy fruit. Her first taste of another girl. “Don’t be shy, Clarissa. Get acquainted.” Damn him! Clementine clu...ched hard, made the bath-girl her cunt-licking bitch. Clarissa, along with her stage character, was clean out of options, so she took the only one available−squirm her tongue through Clementine’s slit and plunge into that hot hole. Girl-musk in her nose and on her taste-buds. Saxophone blare and audience yells−as she pressed her face into that slithering. ”“Suit yourself.”“Why are you up?” I asked.“I was dreaming about my new song, and I wanted to write some stuff down before I forgot.”“All right. Sit somewhere else, though, or I’m just going to want to help you instead of doing my stupid thing.”She gave me a look. “I thought you weren’t into my song.”“Hey, don’t say that...” I cried quietly. “Seriously, I didn’t mean I didn’t like it!”Lara smiled a little and nodded. “All right. I’ll sit on the couch. Or hey, why don’t you just turn my song. After we smoked and drank a little more, my wife kicked off her heels and was fully determined to get Buck and Trey into difficult yoga poses. They were all flirting, laughing and there was some inappropriate touching, but it seemed everything was harmless. When Laura suggested that Tony get off the sidelines and try some poses, Buck blurted out, "don't worry about him baby, he's only into white boys". She stared at us for a minute in her intoxicated state, said whatever, and went right back to. "She continues with her questions, "So, does the mylar tent shield our body heat from the thermal drone?"I ignore her 'thermal drone' mistake but continue my explanation, "That's right. The mylar tent will block out our thermal images, however the problem is that if we're not careful we will create thermal black holes where the thermal energy from the background will be blocked. If their operator is good, he could track us by following the lack of heat."She is slipping on her boots and.